Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal lets the woman speak, watching as she adorns herself in new clothes, seeming far too interested in accessorizing for her own liking. She doesn't linger on the state of her body other than to note the vicious scars with mild curiosity. Although, based on her physicality, Thal feels no hesitation in requiring hard labor in exchange for the clothing, depending on what she decides to claim as payment. When the woman finally completes her fashion show, the Ancient places a stack of coins on the counter for the attendant. "Well, Mallory, just be thankful that I happened to be bored." It's a flat explanation for her actions, dismissing any notion of kindness or altruism. Having completed her business in the shop, Thal steps back out into the street. She has little doubt that Mallory will follow behind and begins walking towards the food stalls. Thal ignores the inquiry about cost, instead diverting the topic back to Mallory. "That wasn't much of an introduction. I know your name, but who are you?" The question is accusing and annoyed. Her area of skills or expertise are vital pieces in telling Thal what kind of use she can be, or if she will be a waste of time.
Stepping up to a stand advertising "The best food in Caido," she exchanges another stack of coins for two bowls of steaming noodles in savory bone broth. The warm steam wafts a delicious smell into the air around her face and the heat of the bowl eases the growing ache in her chilled fingers. It calls to her stomach in a comforting siren song, promising satisfaction of her hunger. After finding an open table amongst the shifting people, Thal takes a seat, keeping both bowls close to her and indicating to the spot across from her. She then puts her hands under her chin in stubborn patience, obviously willing to wait for answers before enjoying the food or offering it to Mallory. "So?"
