ghost towns

She nodded to him as he spoke, her body still leaning slightly over the table as she let her eyes drift from him back to her glass. “Fair enough.” She said with a small chime of a laugh before leaning back in her seat yet again. Though Kaladin’s voice returned to her, as if prodding her for information about her homeland. She flashed him a smirk, clearing her voice before speaking. “I find it’s easier to talk to those that nobody will. And as for that, well, let’s just say I’m a top target.” She offered with a slight shrug. Let him take it how he wanted to. “Fantasy land, gods no.” She brightly laughed again before focusing on him yet again. “Just trying to get an idea of what this place is, is all. Why everyone seems to stay in the same place.” She added, smiling quietly at the thought as she trailed off. The bartender came to the table, dropping the bottle and disappearing about as fast as possible. She, too, smirked at that, but as Kaladin’s multicolored gaze landed on her, she found her own sapphire gaze watching him too. “I’ve been on the run for quite some time, so I’m sure you can imagine my pleasure at the fact nobody here has seen my face before.” She finally said, leaning forward again in her seat as she took another sip from her drink. “What did you do before coming here?” She paused, squinting at him in the dim light of the tavern. “You strike me somewhat as a man that can never be to careful. A guard perhaps? A bounty hunter?” She tilted her head, her brunette hair falling over her shoulder, the opposite one of the brand. “Should I be worried?” She smirked to him. time stops still and lends you hope that hazy due, so black so blue wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke whatever lets you cope