[color=30A1FA]“Oh trust me, Batharyn, I know about the fickle nature of the common folk. One minute they are enjoying your company, the next they are chasing you with pitchforks.”[/color] She laughed lightly. [color=30A1FA]“But you seem strong so I find it strange anyone would give you up.”[/color] It was true. There was plenty of heavy lifting to be done around a tavern. Why anyone would kick him out, or even be brave enough to, struck her as strange.
 
[color=30A1FA]“We sound alike though, you and me. When our work is no longer appreciated, we are run out of town, forced to live on the roads…”[/color] She decided to chance it. He might have said he didn’t have any coins but at least she could get a little warm up in.
 
[color=30A1FA]“Now that you mention it… there is something you could do for me.”[/color] She reached out and took his massive hand in both of hers. [color=30A1FA]“Have you ever desired to know what lies at the end of that long road, Batharyn? Wanted to know what the fates have in store for you?”[/color] She batted her eyelashes but her gaze was intense, perhaps even soul-piercing. Her thumb traced small circles on the back of his hand.