all the men and women merely players

M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast

It was nice to see such a welcoming face. Mildew had found that those in Stormbreak did not like the unfamiliar. Because of her association with those respected as close to the Gods, she had been tolerated so far, but she'd seen many a disparaging glance at her muddy dress and bare feet, her rough Wilds accent that none had heard in many years. Smiling at Falke, she leaned forward, elbow on the table to speak to him, when the server appeared.

"Oh. Ah...I'm still not entirely sure what it is you all eat in these place. Look, anything you have will probably be fine, darling. With water, please." She didn't trust all their weird fancy drinks.

As the server left she turned back to Falke, tucking some of her wild hair behind one ear. "I was called to a meeting that ran rather late...though I've never been one for an early bed time. And you?" Mildew asked, her eyes dipping down then back up to his.

Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest