She bows to no one.
The smiling voice was familiar and Thal rolled her eyes in preparation for seeing the Ancient. She barely spared him a glance as Isar stepped into the firelight, even as she noticed the improved state of his appearance. He'd obviously taken the time to eat and replace his tattered clothing since the clean fabric didn't hang off his gaunt figure anymore. She still wore her own black leather attire from the Dusklight, equipped with her exposed daggers peaking from beneath her thick cloak. His new outfit still paled in comparison to the high quality of hers; however, it made her wonder if he'd taken Astaroth's offer of moving to the area or her suggestion of improving his image - not that she particularly cared either way.
Confident in her own singing, she ignored the compliment, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder in dismissal. "No. I don't perform for people who try to sneak up on me. I usually kill them instead." Unlike his, her gaze was laced with malice as she finally looked to him, indicating her dislike at being interrupted. It's not like her fire had been an invitation. If she wanted to be with people, she would have stayed in the Inner Quarter.
Confident in her own singing, she ignored the compliment, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder in dismissal. "No. I don't perform for people who try to sneak up on me. I usually kill them instead." Unlike his, her gaze was laced with malice as she finally looked to him, indicating her dislike at being interrupted. It's not like her fire had been an invitation. If she wanted to be with people, she would have stayed in the Inner Quarter.
Thalassa
