“Ham.” She said through a mouthful of bread which she managed to swallow, the sweet butter on it lubricating the process. She grinned impishly up at the barkeep, an expression that should have looked strange on her strong featured face but something about it simply softened her features. 

“And some nut brown Ale please?” 

Florie snorted and turned to take Alexi’s order before turning and swaying off, her hips moving with a slow unconscious grace that seemed as natural and momentous as the tides. Many eyes followed her and she took order along the way to the backdrop of softly romantic music that seemed to move her like wind moved a mountain. 

With bread and butter in her gut to take the edge off of her hunger Katherine folded her fingers together and placed them on the table in front of her so as not to gobble up all the fine bread this man was paying for. 

“So tell me about this job. Avantshire isn’t so far away you couldn’t just pay for passage in a caravan heading that way. So what gives?”

It was a simple enough question and it would hopefully engender answers to the host of other questions that filled her mind, questions that would be bombardment and off putting if she asked them of him. Who was he that he needed an escort? Why Avantshire? What was he doing looking so late for a guard when he was as like as not to fire a cut-throat who could smell the desperation coming off of him? What was it he did for a living that stained him so but gave him coin for hiring one such as she? And a great many more. She did not give them voice but they nevertheless took up much room in her head as she regarded him and not the bread she wanted to devour. Business first after all.