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The woman held out a slip of paper with a name on it, obviously procured from the bounty board. "This bloke. As fer me own name, just call me Snow."
Her masked turban turned towards the Miqo'te behind the desk, suggesting that her gaze had finally fallen upon him, though her eyes were still hidden. "An' ye ought to be damned happy I put me pretty li'l arse on this dusty strip o' wood. I kept it off finer furnishings in the past, but I been walkin' fer a spell an' a rest sounds mighty kin to me own ears. Ye wouldn't refuse a lady a sit down when she's so tired from 'er journeys would ye lad?" Her pink lips curled into a smile and she relaxed into a more innocent pose. Whether she was attempting to disarm R'elend or mock him was unclear.
The woman held out a slip of paper with a name on it, obviously procured from the bounty board. "This bloke. As fer me own name, just call me Snow."
Her masked turban turned towards the Miqo'te behind the desk, suggesting that her gaze had finally fallen upon him, though her eyes were still hidden. "An' ye ought to be damned happy I put me pretty li'l arse on this dusty strip o' wood. I kept it off finer furnishings in the past, but I been walkin' fer a spell an' a rest sounds mighty kin to me own ears. Ye wouldn't refuse a lady a sit down when she's so tired from 'er journeys would ye lad?" Her pink lips curled into a smile and she relaxed into a more innocent pose. Whether she was attempting to disarm R'elend or mock him was unclear.
