The knife is the first thing that she sees, despite a noted appreciation for a certain vintage of human man; the first thing she registers, because she’s looking for it and because it is entirely a piece of the fact that human men of any vintage bearing that accent are generally speaking more trouble than they’re worth. Well used, but not just used. Clean.
Civilized conversation. Interesting.
In the new light, she is an elven woman, younger than he is but past the first bloom of adventuresome youth; slight even sitting, striking in shades of violet and vitiligo. Her mage’s knife is a businesslike affair— a practical weapon, for someone who has need of it. On one side of her head, her improbably long hair has puffed up where she was sleeping on it.
“Question for question,” she proposes. “You can even go first, since you came all this way.” It’d be impolite to suggest she might knife him if he proceeds to then renege, so that remains implicit, or, depending on his degree of suspicion, a fun surprise if this goes sideways.
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Civilized conversation. Interesting.
In the new light, she is an elven woman, younger than he is but past the first bloom of adventuresome youth; slight even sitting, striking in shades of violet and vitiligo. Her mage’s knife is a businesslike affair— a practical weapon, for someone who has need of it. On one side of her head, her improbably long hair has puffed up where she was sleeping on it.
“Question for question,” she proposes. “You can even go first, since you came all this way.” It’d be impolite to suggest she might knife him if he proceeds to then renege, so that remains implicit, or, depending on his degree of suspicion, a fun surprise if this goes sideways.