He comments on the ningo aspect, of rather wanting to bother a dragon than the birds. And she can’t help but to snicker lightly to that as well, shoulders rising and falling in a light shrug as she regards him a bit more – taking in the tired eyes, the way he seems to know his way around the bar, the lingering glances granted toward the rest of the room as if nobody else were around to help him. She wonders if its exhausting, focusing on taking care of this. She wonders if he owns it, briefly, before stuffing those thoughts down to pick up the pen and write again. [say]Death by dragon is something to aspire to, I think. At least when it comes to a shitty death by a bird.[/say] She retorts on the paper, gaze drifting up to look at him with a raise of a dark brow as the question hits.
And well? Wessex had told her about the Frost Giants, had summoned one if she recalls correctly. [say]A member of my guild told me about them. I’m Kiada, guildmistress of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in the Grounds.[/say] She writes down swiftly, sliding the paper over toward him and placing both elbows on the countertop, gaze searching his face for any kind of reaction with that information – spinning the pen idly in her hands as she does so.
And well? Wessex had told her about the Frost Giants, had summoned one if she recalls correctly. [say]A member of my guild told me about them. I’m Kiada, guildmistress of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in the Grounds.[/say] She writes down swiftly, sliding the paper over toward him and placing both elbows on the countertop, gaze searching his face for any kind of reaction with that information – spinning the pen idly in her hands as she does so.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
