Her head had been turned away from the staggering Verad, looking down the opposite end of the lane that led towards the Quicksand. The occasional patron would emerge, both the intoxicated and non intoxicated variety, and it was an idle past time of hers to wonder at their lives based on their appearance. One male Lalafell toddled out with a rather scruffy face and long blue robes. Thaumaturge? Conjurer? Perhaps was hoping to win over the ladies with his whiskers or maybe didn't have time this morning for a trim-
Her train of thought faltered as she caught the elezen in her peripheral. Right as she looked, he was already flopped on the ground before her and begging like a lame dog for scraps. It took her a moment of confused blinking and opening and closing her mouth in a search for the right words to say before she realized who she was dealing with.
"Heh...hello, Verad. I take it by your moaning you want a butter and honey bun?"
Her perked a brow, not moving down to help him but faintly smiling all the same. She knew the man from a time or two in the past. The first interaction of which led to her being rather colorful in telling him to, under no uncertain terms, 'go fuck a carbuncle'. Alas, neither party held ill will in return...that she knew of, anyways. Regardless, she didn't waist for a response before plucking up a roll and adjusting her skirts so she could crouch down and hand it to him on his level.
Her train of thought faltered as she caught the elezen in her peripheral. Right as she looked, he was already flopped on the ground before her and begging like a lame dog for scraps. It took her a moment of confused blinking and opening and closing her mouth in a search for the right words to say before she realized who she was dealing with.
"Heh...hello, Verad. I take it by your moaning you want a butter and honey bun?"
Her perked a brow, not moving down to help him but faintly smiling all the same. She knew the man from a time or two in the past. The first interaction of which led to her being rather colorful in telling him to, under no uncertain terms, 'go fuck a carbuncle'. Alas, neither party held ill will in return...that she knew of, anyways. Regardless, she didn't waist for a response before plucking up a roll and adjusting her skirts so she could crouch down and hand it to him on his level.
