Are
"You give my subtlety far too much credit, or you're far too harsh on your own perception" he retorted and laughed, but bit his tongue to as to let her speak her mind. Nothing like being alone in a room full of people and beset by a drunkard not knowing when to keep quiet and listen.
The smile washed off of him as she voiced her frustration with the matter at hand and the state of the room. He looked down at the table, tracing a deep scratch and chewing the inside of his cheek as he pondered the fact of the matter that a clear foe didn't mean much more than you knew the 'who'. All that was needed was the 'how'. He didn't really know if it was just a bout of his normal brashness and idiocy or if it was something summoned by the spirits and the half three-quarter tankard of ale sloshing around his belly. Disregarding the fact that it was a stupid idea, it was still an idea worth giving a voice. Before the voice turned slurring and mumbling in Norse.
"I... I'm sorry to hear, Roana." he said and looked up, his eyes lingering for a moment, studying her as if searching for something to dissuade him from keep down the planned path. No matter how much he looked he never found that sharp, dismissive bite he'd so come to expect from a mentor. A better man, to think before one spoke, still a promise he meant to keep, but he was done thinking.
"Forgive my dim witted musings, but..." Are paused, trying to find the right words to clad his idea in. "Who knows her best?" he asked, settling on a vague question for now.
The smile washed off of him as she voiced her frustration with the matter at hand and the state of the room. He looked down at the table, tracing a deep scratch and chewing the inside of his cheek as he pondered the fact of the matter that a clear foe didn't mean much more than you knew the 'who'. All that was needed was the 'how'. He didn't really know if it was just a bout of his normal brashness and idiocy or if it was something summoned by the spirits and the half three-quarter tankard of ale sloshing around his belly. Disregarding the fact that it was a stupid idea, it was still an idea worth giving a voice. Before the voice turned slurring and mumbling in Norse.
"I... I'm sorry to hear, Roana." he said and looked up, his eyes lingering for a moment, studying her as if searching for something to dissuade him from keep down the planned path. No matter how much he looked he never found that sharp, dismissive bite he'd so come to expect from a mentor. A better man, to think before one spoke, still a promise he meant to keep, but he was done thinking.
"Forgive my dim witted musings, but..." Are paused, trying to find the right words to clad his idea in. "Who knows her best?" he asked, settling on a vague question for now.
