”Ah, I haven’t been in the alchemy shop, but I just helped my friend Samuel set up his bookshop in that area,” the bard agreed with a smile. ”It would be my pleasure to accompany you, and I am not so proud as to say no to some more furs in this weather!” Jigano chuckled, trying to suppress a shiver as a playful breeze sent ice right through him from his wet hair and clothes.
”In truth, a warm fire to dry beside would be even more welcome,” he admitted, smile turning lopsided. ”And I couldn’t ask for better company. If you don’t think me too forward, I’d like the chance to sit and talk awhile? I was impressed with your showmanship and quick-thinking back there. I’d be honored if you’d join me for a drink at the bar, if it isn’t too great an imposition.” He bit his lip thoughtfully, considering, for a moment, her purred words and throaty laughter. The way she seemed to speak with an edge of innuendo that would have Edy cackling in delight. Hurriedly the bard raised a forestalling hand.
”Though – and I mean absolutely no offense, good lady – all I’m looking for is conversation. I would consider myself exceptionally lucky to be counted among your friends someday, but I am sure there are others far more worthy of your interest for any, ah, other pursuits.” Embarrassed, though more for the potential offense he might have caused by his presumption than over the topic, the loreseeker stopped in the middle of the snowy street and sweptRexanna a full courtly bow. ”My deepest apologies if I have misunderstood or offended. I only wish to begin our acquaintance in honesty and full accord.”
”In truth, a warm fire to dry beside would be even more welcome,” he admitted, smile turning lopsided. ”And I couldn’t ask for better company. If you don’t think me too forward, I’d like the chance to sit and talk awhile? I was impressed with your showmanship and quick-thinking back there. I’d be honored if you’d join me for a drink at the bar, if it isn’t too great an imposition.” He bit his lip thoughtfully, considering, for a moment, her purred words and throaty laughter. The way she seemed to speak with an edge of innuendo that would have Edy cackling in delight. Hurriedly the bard raised a forestalling hand.
”Though – and I mean absolutely no offense, good lady – all I’m looking for is conversation. I would consider myself exceptionally lucky to be counted among your friends someday, but I am sure there are others far more worthy of your interest for any, ah, other pursuits.” Embarrassed, though more for the potential offense he might have caused by his presumption than over the topic, the loreseeker stopped in the middle of the snowy street and swept
