George
George was perfectly content to be the handsome man on Flora's arm, and he grinned crookedly down at her at her insinuations. The thought that the back room needed some work gave him pause, but his smile only grew. Perhaps there was more to this chance meeting than he'd originally anticipated.
Having grown up on the streets of Torchline, George was perfectly well aware of the meaning behind Flora's words. Every deal worth knowing about went down in the back room of the Hanged Man; George had been in a few himself, back before the place had fallen into disrepair. If Flora was intending to put the place back on the map... well, count George in.
"I might know someone who can help you with that," George said, winking conspiratorially. "I'm sure you've plenty to do, and we wouldn't want you straining yourself, would we?" Especially not after she'd felt so "faint."
Having grown up on the streets of Torchline, George was perfectly well aware of the meaning behind Flora's words. Every deal worth knowing about went down in the back room of the Hanged Man; George had been in a few himself, back before the place had fallen into disrepair. If Flora was intending to put the place back on the map... well, count George in.
"I might know someone who can help you with that," George said, winking conspiratorially. "I'm sure you've plenty to do, and we wouldn't want you straining yourself, would we?" Especially not after she'd felt so "faint."
