"Do you know Maeva, Garston?"
Garston moved to rub his chin, thinking. Â "Maeva, Maeva ... that name doesn't ring a bell. Â Was she one of your jilted lovers? Â A sister who fell on hard times? Â Ah ... have you come for advice on how to woo a woman?"
His eyes flicked for an instant to the rope and he lunged to the side, away from the man and his weapon. Â He fought the sheets he was under, tangling around his legs and partially crawled as fast as he could to the rope. Â He reached out and grabbed the silk, pulling upon it with a laugh.
It did not ring.
He turned, his mouth dry as the Thanalan desert as he watched the man stalk around his bed, clicking his tongue in a light 'tsk tsk' noise, dagger pointing at him the whole time.
Garston moved to rub his chin, thinking. Â "Maeva, Maeva ... that name doesn't ring a bell. Â Was she one of your jilted lovers? Â A sister who fell on hard times? Â Ah ... have you come for advice on how to woo a woman?"
His eyes flicked for an instant to the rope and he lunged to the side, away from the man and his weapon. Â He fought the sheets he was under, tangling around his legs and partially crawled as fast as he could to the rope. Â He reached out and grabbed the silk, pulling upon it with a laugh.
It did not ring.
He turned, his mouth dry as the Thanalan desert as he watched the man stalk around his bed, clicking his tongue in a light 'tsk tsk' noise, dagger pointing at him the whole time.
