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As the silence between the two became comfortable and relaxing, Zander had to have his moment of paranoia and ruin it with his careless words. If anyone had heard him, it would be the Mayor's Office all over again. He had the right state of mind to give Nymira a sheepish look and actually apologized to the woman his face beat red. He felt.. He was shocked to realize, he felt bad for asking such a thing. For feeling like what little ground the two had gained he felt he had taken two steps back. It was his childhood all over again.
Leaning back and looking, REALLY looking at Nymira he tilted his head to the side. He spoke finally, "I promise to not ask such an asinine question of your being again. I forgot myself for a moment, I know all too well what it's like to have them turn on you for a simple thing as..." The full statement died on his lips as he turned his eyes to the stairwell. "Neither here nor there I suppose. When do you suspect the others to return. T'was going towards the night as we all arrived here. I would suspect they wouldn't want to be out too late."
When the silence reigned again he let out a sigh, drained his third glass and placed it off to the side. Three was his limit for the sickly sweet red. He knew if he drank more, he'd regret it in the morning and have a major headache. He leaned back into the wooden chair, placed one leg to cross the other and rested his hands on his lap. He stared off into space, taking in a few of the other patron's and their meals. It seemed, quiet in here for some odd reason. A smaller din, than what the Golden Coffer Inn always had, with Geoffrey playing music, the Barmaid's shouting out insults and flirtations, the bus boy running food to tables, grabbing ale and sneaking a few coins from pouches. No Olga to laugh at the bar, at some random story she knew was too good to be true.
Letting out a soft, yet content sigh he refocused his eyes on his food, "Geoffrey hardly ate... Amune seems to have decided to skip her meal. Knowing Geoffrey though, he'll bring her down with platitudes and a sweet smile." Zander chuckled at this and went back to people watching, keeping one ear on their shared table, to see if the Dimuran wanted to speak of anything else.
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When Geoffrey was posed that question he tilted his head to the side and thought on it for a moment. "I only know the pieces of what happened... Zander says he's got agument... aquamen..." Geoffrey chuckled as he kept mispronouncing the word. "Special bits to him. Summthin' 'bout 'im felt off, says the boy saved 'is an' da Lady's life. If I 'ad ta guess, 'd say 'e felt slight'd by 'er words. Maybe 'e need'd ta clear 'is 'ead? Ethan wen' 'fter 'im though so tha's summthin, right?"
He slurred a bit more with his words as he thought them out carefully, he also felt himself chuckle to the young girls next words, "Aye, she ain't got no need to be rude, but I think that's just 'ow she is. Rough and 'ard on those, she's use to 'er people. Them few Dimuran's we got at da Inn... Rough with the barmaids, but kind 'n their own way. If ya ain't goin' ta bed, howsabout we go get some food in your stomache." He looked at her seriously for a moment eyes tracing up her chest and pinning into her sides. The shirt she wore may hide some of the effects of some of the time, but the eyes and the arms gave some of it away to him. "Ya look like ya don' need to pass a meal, ya?"
Leaning back and looking, REALLY looking at Nymira he tilted his head to the side. He spoke finally, "I promise to not ask such an asinine question of your being again. I forgot myself for a moment, I know all too well what it's like to have them turn on you for a simple thing as..." The full statement died on his lips as he turned his eyes to the stairwell. "Neither here nor there I suppose. When do you suspect the others to return. T'was going towards the night as we all arrived here. I would suspect they wouldn't want to be out too late."
When the silence reigned again he let out a sigh, drained his third glass and placed it off to the side. Three was his limit for the sickly sweet red. He knew if he drank more, he'd regret it in the morning and have a major headache. He leaned back into the wooden chair, placed one leg to cross the other and rested his hands on his lap. He stared off into space, taking in a few of the other patron's and their meals. It seemed, quiet in here for some odd reason. A smaller din, than what the Golden Coffer Inn always had, with Geoffrey playing music, the Barmaid's shouting out insults and flirtations, the bus boy running food to tables, grabbing ale and sneaking a few coins from pouches. No Olga to laugh at the bar, at some random story she knew was too good to be true.
Letting out a soft, yet content sigh he refocused his eyes on his food, "Geoffrey hardly ate... Amune seems to have decided to skip her meal. Knowing Geoffrey though, he'll bring her down with platitudes and a sweet smile." Zander chuckled at this and went back to people watching, keeping one ear on their shared table, to see if the Dimuran wanted to speak of anything else.
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When Geoffrey was posed that question he tilted his head to the side and thought on it for a moment. "I only know the pieces of what happened... Zander says he's got agument... aquamen..." Geoffrey chuckled as he kept mispronouncing the word. "Special bits to him. Summthin' 'bout 'im felt off, says the boy saved 'is an' da Lady's life. If I 'ad ta guess, 'd say 'e felt slight'd by 'er words. Maybe 'e need'd ta clear 'is 'ead? Ethan wen' 'fter 'im though so tha's summthin, right?"
He slurred a bit more with his words as he thought them out carefully, he also felt himself chuckle to the young girls next words, "Aye, she ain't got no need to be rude, but I think that's just 'ow she is. Rough and 'ard on those, she's use to 'er people. Them few Dimuran's we got at da Inn... Rough with the barmaids, but kind 'n their own way. If ya ain't goin' ta bed, howsabout we go get some food in your stomache." He looked at her seriously for a moment eyes tracing up her chest and pinning into her sides. The shirt she wore may hide some of the effects of some of the time, but the eyes and the arms gave some of it away to him. "Ya look like ya don' need to pass a meal, ya?"