Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Thal can't hide her surprise at the name. She wonders if she might have heard him wrong, because the Flora she knows looks like the kind of woman who thinks it's illegal to wear clashing colors, the kind of woman who might throw a fit over losing her pocket mirror. She does not look like the kind of woman who runs a super secret underground thieves' guild. As such, her smile quirks up at the side as she says, "Really? I would never have guessed." Not that she should be surprised; having been underestimated plenty of times based on her gender or stature, she knows there's almost always more to people than meets the eyes.
Dipping her head, she raises her glass in acknowledgement of Asta's role in this 'recruitment.' "I'll seek her out next time I'm in Torchline." Then she takes a sip of her bourbon, watching as the Butcher hides his smile behind his own glass. It's admission enough for her, even as he seems intent on keeping the juicy details to himself, so Thal doesn't push the issue, raising an eyebrow as she lowers her glass from her lips. Her chuckle is light, warming the space between them. "You weren't kidding about the secrecy." All it does is further excite her, wondering if she should push up her trip to Torchline.
Dipping her head, she raises her glass in acknowledgement of Asta's role in this 'recruitment.' "I'll seek her out next time I'm in Torchline." Then she takes a sip of her bourbon, watching as the Butcher hides his smile behind his own glass. It's admission enough for her, even as he seems intent on keeping the juicy details to himself, so Thal doesn't push the issue, raising an eyebrow as she lowers her glass from her lips. Her chuckle is light, warming the space between them. "You weren't kidding about the secrecy." All it does is further excite her, wondering if she should push up her trip to Torchline.
Thalassa
