"Do you ever wonder why people avoid those people?" he countered with a raised eyebrow. Going up to people and places that others avoided was a good way for the girl to get herself killed, or worse. Being pretty wouldn't help her in those regards. Her mention of a top target did mildly perk Kaladin's interest however, the alcohol helped. " Are you another half assed assassin? Seems to be plenty of those around here. Or perhaps its more mundane then that. Spurned a nobleman's advances?" In all honesty Rex could have fallen in either category. She was certainly pretty enough to have had noblemen chase after her, and his few brief meetings with Ashe had taught him not to underestimate someone of small stature.
Her light cheery laughter did cause him to wrinkle his nose a bit though. She laughed a lot, only time he had ever seen someone laugh quite as much as her was when the person was trying to make the situation less awkward for them. They succeeded only in doing the later. "People like to stick together, especially when in unfamiliar situations." he answered her question shrugging. " Also doesn't help that there is some giant bubble keeping all of us locked up here."
He picked up his half empty bottle of alcohol and tipped it into his lips again, the burning sensation being deadened a bit by the alcohol. Someone had gotten up and went over to the corner of the tavern, a beat up old fiddle in their hands. A couple of yips and cheers went out as the older gentleman sat on a stool, tuned his instrument briefly and went into a lively little jig. After the first few notes Kaladin knew that the man must have hailed from Northwind as the song had been a favorite of his as a boy. It was about a pompous knight who had insulted a hedge witch on his travels and had been turned into a frog as a result. The song then detailed some of the crazy adventures that Barnebus the frog knight had while traversing the animal kingdom which had an eerily similar society as the NorthWinders had. It was mean't to be humorous but it was also suppose to pass the idea to always be kind to strangers on the road as you never knew who you might meet. His fingers tapped along to the tune automatically for a few moments, only half listening to what she was saying. "Ya....suppose I was a guard at one point. A soldier before that." his fingers stopped as he focused back in on those sapphire eyes of hers, it was strange that she wasn't off put at his own gaze. Most people didn't like the look of his eyes, some even said that he was cursed because of his heterochromia. Yet she had no problem returning his stare. "Damn good soldier, apparently not so great guard. As for being worried, well depends on if you piss me off or note."
Her light cheery laughter did cause him to wrinkle his nose a bit though. She laughed a lot, only time he had ever seen someone laugh quite as much as her was when the person was trying to make the situation less awkward for them. They succeeded only in doing the later. "People like to stick together, especially when in unfamiliar situations." he answered her question shrugging. " Also doesn't help that there is some giant bubble keeping all of us locked up here."
He picked up his half empty bottle of alcohol and tipped it into his lips again, the burning sensation being deadened a bit by the alcohol. Someone had gotten up and went over to the corner of the tavern, a beat up old fiddle in their hands. A couple of yips and cheers went out as the older gentleman sat on a stool, tuned his instrument briefly and went into a lively little jig. After the first few notes Kaladin knew that the man must have hailed from Northwind as the song had been a favorite of his as a boy. It was about a pompous knight who had insulted a hedge witch on his travels and had been turned into a frog as a result. The song then detailed some of the crazy adventures that Barnebus the frog knight had while traversing the animal kingdom which had an eerily similar society as the NorthWinders had. It was mean't to be humorous but it was also suppose to pass the idea to always be kind to strangers on the road as you never knew who you might meet. His fingers tapped along to the tune automatically for a few moments, only half listening to what she was saying. "Ya....suppose I was a guard at one point. A soldier before that." his fingers stopped as he focused back in on those sapphire eyes of hers, it was strange that she wasn't off put at his own gaze. Most people didn't like the look of his eyes, some even said that he was cursed because of his heterochromia. Yet she had no problem returning his stare. "Damn good soldier, apparently not so great guard. As for being worried, well depends on if you piss me off or note."
