Isla
"That's very kind of you to say. We're not saints either, though. Just people," Isla says with a wink, accepting the bottle and carefully pouring out the remainder of the booze as they walk. Once it's empty she leaves it tucked safely in one of the alcoves along the Bone Bridge, straightening up to walk with Sunjata again. Now that they're standing she has to actually make an effort to look up at him, tilting her head a bit as she realises he's serious.
"Halfway there," she remarks. "At least Frey is fair when it comes to your quests. I'll see if I can find you any willing candidates. I don't imagine it will be too difficult." Even scarred and broody, Sunjata is striking, and anyone with eyes will be able to see it. "Perhaps I'll put a wanted ad for you on the notice board."
"Halfway there," she remarks. "At least Frey is fair when it comes to your quests. I'll see if I can find you any willing candidates. I don't imagine it will be too difficult." Even scarred and broody, Sunjata is striking, and anyone with eyes will be able to see it. "Perhaps I'll put a wanted ad for you on the notice board."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
