[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Sana, Ntaj & Sana[/center][/b]

Cyne had remained a background element since Sana was treated at the temple. For the time being she didn't feel like she had a lot to contribute to any of the conversations. She'd been traveling with these people for the better part of a week now, but it felt as if everyone outside of a pre-established clique was kept at arm's length from one another. She supposed that she was contributing to that atmosphere by doing a lot of watching and waiting, and not a lot of doing, but that's how things were.

[color=#17c311]"I do need a couple of things, but I can go on my own time. No need to drag everyone else along with me,"[/color] she replied to Sana's suggestion to go with Satilla & the others to restock. In her periphery, she spotted Ntaj leave the tavern looking more than a little off put. [color=#17c311]"As for joining you inside, perhaps in a moment or two, there's something I need to see to."[/color] With that said, she walked off behind Ntaj, catching up to him relatively quickly. She was a fast walker, and he seemed preoccupied with his thoughts.

[color=#17c311]<<What's bothering you, Ntaj?>>[/color][hr]
[color=746f6f]"Yer that lass that big oaf was carrying around like a sack of cement? Surprised tae see you up and well in the state you were in. A am nae with yer group, but I did meet with a couple. Filled me in on the gist of the situation with this town. Just rolled into town meself. Nor, son of Gnor at yer service. Speaking of service ye look pretty awful, bluntly speaking. No offense by that by the way, wouldn't expect a lass coming off a week long flu tae look right and pretty. If'n yer interested, I could give ye a well grooming. Me's a barber by trade, but I can work a lassie's hair almost as well as I can a lad's. Bet ye clean up tae a real bonnie."[/color]

Any irritability that could be read on his face disappeared once Sana sat at the table. Had to look chipper and friendly while making a sales pitch. While it was true that he was going to do his best to wring this woman out of her cash, almost nothing he said was false. She did look like somebody who had let their personal grooming fall to the wayside after an extended bout of illness, which was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. And she did look like she could be really pretty with a bit of work here and there. If you were into human broads. As for being able to work with women's hair, it was probably true. He wouldn't be able to do anything particularly fancy, but the fundamentals of hair care were constant across races, he doubted the nature of hair would change dramatically across genders.