08-25-2010, 12:28 AM
Tobi drank his mead slowly, glancing around. He made a few casual inquiries with people passing by him, to see where he could find a good place to stay the night, and got a few varied answers. But most people seemed to think one place in particular was good.
Deciding to check out that place a little later, Tobi leaned back a bit, his eyes half-closed. The halfling didn't need to keep an eye on everyone; his father had trained him well to be ready to face any threat. He wasn't concerned, not really. Which, he thought wryly, would probably be his undoing one day. Pride goeth, and all that.
Zander grinned and took the seat, stretching her legs out off to the side. "I don't think I've seen you before," she commented idly, her eyes memorizing his face almost automatically. "You have a name you'd care to share, or shall I just call you princess?"
She couldn't help but grin. It was so much fun, to poke sleeping bears like this one. She figured he had the potential for violence, he seemed to have the will for it, but she didn't know if he'd act on it. Only a fool would start a fight over something small like that, but she wanted to know more about this man. She needed to know if he was a fool or not, so she could categorize him properly.
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