sharperbIades
the prancing pony inn is warm against her cold skin, like a much needed embrace after an awful evening. she sets her coins for her room down at the bar and sits by the ranger. she does not make an effort to talk, for she just needs a single moment of peace. who better to sit by than a man who she has never once heard speak? they’ve nodded to each other on occasion, but that was the extent of their interactions. she knows no better.
sharperbIades
her mind focuses on the fact that his words aren't really a question but a statement, if only for a moment. her lips form a line beneath the cloth, forcing herself to think of all the places she has visited at one point. nothing really throws itself at her, for she was always driven by one thing; doing her job well enough to make enough coin for days, maybe even weeks. "a forest, almost entirely untouched by men." quite like how she should have been, but she does not comment such things. "it is nothing special, but it simply.. existed, and that is what i found most beautiful."
riskytendencies
@sharperbIades He lit the pipe as she spoke, bringing it to his lips as he inhaled, breathing out a puff of smoke into the already smoke filled air of the inn. He was silent for a moment, nothing really pressing on his mind in regards to the girl, though he was sure she would prefer he did ask her something, a way to even the score, if only slightly. What sort of question would a ranger have for a mercenary, he wasn't sure, but he would come up with something. "They say you've done your fair share of travelling in the name of the coin. You may have seen some places of interest." He wasn't going to pry, to ask her questions on her own life, but that didn't mean he didn't mind asking a few questions on a broader spectrum. And different places had always fascinated him as well.
sharperbIades
she makes no further comment on the name business, instead she turns her head away from him once more. her brain works overtime in figuring out which questions to ask him, but she does not know of any at the current moment. so, she thinks of something else entirely. "if you would like to ask any questions while i figure out which ones are important to ask, feel free." she would answer nothing too personal, such as her formative years, but she would answer the ones that she deemed important just the same. "if you choose not to, there will be a very long silence, which is fine because i think it's preferred for the both of us. but also, i've asked you questions; fair is fair." her thumb resumes its once comforting pressure upon her hand, her dark gaze flickering to the door once more. what could be an important question to ask the ranger?