The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
A voice pulls her from her thoughts, one she does not recognize. That’s not entirely shocking, for though she knows most of the faces in Halo, she does not know all their voices or names. They were a small town, but not that small. As it turns out, the face is indeed one she recognizes, though she is somewhat surprised to actually see him here. He has not been particularly visible until very recently. Perhaps he decided that he actually needed to earn his keep.
Weaver chuckles slightly. ”Younger brothers will do that to a girl,” she says, friendly enough. Though she may have her reservations about Halo’s ‘Warden’, she was fairly open-minded and willing to give him a chance. Loren had certainly proved himself, so perhaps Neron would as well. ”You recently missed Sunjata. He’s been rather busy in Torchline, and outside of making sure there’s booze here, he’s content to leave me in charge.” It was hers, really. He was just the benefactor.
Weaver sets the cloth down and turns, putting both hands on the bar. ”Weaver Hale. Can I get you something to drink?” she asks, knowing she owes him a few free drinks. Such a small price to ask of Sunjata, and she wonders why he had not asked for more. It makes her think that perhaps he does care about a plebeian like her. Well that, or he has something else planned for later. ”Yet this is not your home,” she remarks at his comment, though not unkindly. No, she says it simply as one would state a fact, because it is true. ”Is this like your previous home, or have you simply grown used to Halo?”
Weaver chuckles slightly. ”Younger brothers will do that to a girl,” she says, friendly enough. Though she may have her reservations about Halo’s ‘Warden’, she was fairly open-minded and willing to give him a chance. Loren had certainly proved himself, so perhaps Neron would as well. ”You recently missed Sunjata. He’s been rather busy in Torchline, and outside of making sure there’s booze here, he’s content to leave me in charge.” It was hers, really. He was just the benefactor.
Weaver sets the cloth down and turns, putting both hands on the bar. ”Weaver Hale. Can I get you something to drink?” she asks, knowing she owes him a few free drinks. Such a small price to ask of Sunjata, and she wonders why he had not asked for more. It makes her think that perhaps he does care about a plebeian like her. Well that, or he has something else planned for later. ”Yet this is not your home,” she remarks at his comment, though not unkindly. No, she says it simply as one would state a fact, because it is true. ”Is this like your previous home, or have you simply grown used to Halo?”
Weaver
