Eloise
Eloise grins up at him, two parts mischief and one part approving. No, he hadn't said who'd made the map, but she thought perhaps his tongue might just slip were he suitably distracted. Either her feminine wiles are in need of some toning (doubtful), or this salt-and-peppered smuggler is every bit the man his reputation makes him out to be.
Which is intriguing in and of itself.
"Decent?" Eloise repeats with a laugh. Indeed it is high praise, but still she can't help but roll her eyes. With a wave of her hands, the map temporarily changes to reveal unknown passageways, covered by churning lava. "Word on the streets is that there's a big old badie at the end of one of these tunnels." Leaning her head lazily to the side to regard him better all the while keeping her shoulder near his, Eloise nodded towards the map. "What say you Zeph? You looking for a finished map, or a bit of adventure too?"
Which is intriguing in and of itself.
"Decent?" Eloise repeats with a laugh. Indeed it is high praise, but still she can't help but roll her eyes. With a wave of her hands, the map temporarily changes to reveal unknown passageways, covered by churning lava. "Word on the streets is that there's a big old badie at the end of one of these tunnels." Leaning her head lazily to the side to regard him better all the while keeping her shoulder near his, Eloise nodded towards the map. "What say you Zeph? You looking for a finished map, or a bit of adventure too?"
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
