The girl had striking features, though the little grime and dark circles hindering such beauty made Corinne pout, just a little bit. She was sure a nice bath would fix her right up, but The Den was not the most...um.
"Farewell, Julia, and the best of luck be with you." Corinne smiled and touched two of her fingers to her lips serenely as the woman tipped her hood and went on her way. The sign for prayer and parting, yes. She prayed the half-elf would have an easier time ahead. But who wouldn't. The Den was...[i]nice[/i].
Suspicions confirmed with hooting coming from the rickety doors of the building that was a little bit away, and sounds carried all the way to the forge made Corinne shudder.
[i]Poor, poor Julia...[/i]
[i]You can say that again.[/i]
[i]But I didn't say anything.[/i]
[i]Oh...you know what I mean.[/i]
Lysander whinnied. Corinne shot him a look to which he acted oblivious, snorting a little and lowering his head to drink from the water trough the smithy had been kind enough to put out for visitors on horseback.

"Strange...I could have sworn it was something." Corinne pursed her lip, though not for long as she noticed Rowan's smile, and his missing teeth, and couldn't help but return it to the man. She was blushing a little at the mention of Ben's name, but nodded eagerly. "I shall wait here for him then, Rowan. Thank you very, very much!"
And she proceeded to find herself a nice little corner somewhere within the building, piling it up with some of the lighter bags of sand that lay about for multipurpose, and creating herself a nice little corner in which to sit and wait for Ben to return. She always enjoyed watching the smithies work. The way they created new from old, and made old new again, and improved and chipped away and worked at their labours of love until they were beautiful, and perfect, in her eyes. She held much respect for Rowan and Benjamin. And his mother was a wonderful old woman too, though she often had the habit of musing about Corinne as her daughter, which made the elf laugh and correct her often.
[i]There was nothing like that going on between herself and Ben. Really. Really really. Really really really.[/i]

Sebastian was all too happy, clapping a hand onto the man's back during the hug and grinning up at him eagerly. "Same old, same old. Enjoying my ale. Though, I had the strangest dream last night, if you'd believe it...can't remember it now though. Shockingly enough, did you notice Pucksy's was in ruins this morning? I woke up in one of the rooms, which was surprising, went down and half the place was blown to bits. Crazy, innit? Oh well...there goes the best ale in town, at least until they're sorted again. In other news... The missus and the boy been givin' ya trouble, eh? Corinne's the same. Always, always nagging me on. It's crazy." he laughed. She pouted over at him. He shot her a mock-apologetic glare which made her smile again. It wasn't the things he said, but the ways he said it that mattered. "Nagging me on about your boy too, if you'd believe it..."
"Uncle!"
"Sorry, my flower!"
She blushed like crazy. "I...I..." threatening as she wanted to sound, it was nowhere near what it should have been with her blushing like that.

"Still, Rowan..." Sebastian looked over at the table where the woman had left her sword, and his fingers seemed especially focused on the pommel.. "Big piece of work for a little lady like that. These days, all those kids are so [i]full[/i] of surprises. Think this beauty'll be good as new by tomorrow?"