" I don't need clothes to get in the way of my weights. "
She looked down at her, she probably didn't know any better.
" Imagine being born with armor, wearing it for thousands of years even through the harshest suns.
It makes you crave the liberty of such freeing clothes"
“ perhaps my parent's were. i wouldn't know. been in these backalley slums for thirty seven years now. ”
taking another bite of boar, washing it down with ale.
“ theres a reason i tried to buy you out, i want to rise from +
" that is a beautiful name , nora . "
she offered a welcoming smile , it was easy to break those needy for companionship . she'd simply keep prying until she broke .
" are you from the northern lands by any chance ? I've heard the name's quite popular around those parts . "
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yeah, and ?
it's rude to do this at MY establishment.
( * arms cross under the shadow—owner. never before seen at this place and suddenly she's the owner, supposedly. )
“ mmh. thanks. ”
taking glass and taking a small sip from it at first, before downing it. letting out a sigh.
“ .. name's nora. y'can call me it, hun. ”
ah, there we go. breaking her in.
a soft sigh escaped her lips once again , she was quite used to rough and crude clients . at least this one paid well . . .
" coming right up . "
she scurried into the kitchen calmly , filling a glass full of goat milk before returning to the bar .
" all yours , sugar . "
interesting to hear, that's for sure. assuming she ever told it.
“ get me some milk, would ya ? ”
another sack of coin— obviously overpaying for the day... but she seems frugal.
chewing away at it. before looking up at the woman before her, an act of intimidation maybe ? she already submitted, what more shall she do.
“ it's tough. ”
like a rock wall to communicate with. this newcomer's story would be +
she hummed satisfied , stepping out from behind the bar as she began to do her rounds around the tables , her flowy dress following close behind her .
once she was done re-filling all the pints , she finally stepped back behind the bar .
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glaring. but given up her edge, clearly annoyed but. given up.
“ fine, fine. you win, got it. ”
finishing off her ale, and getting started on her boar. eyes still working up the dark elf, trying to think of any other way +
a loud laughter escaped from the elf's mouth , her hand over her chest as her back arched back . she took a few minutes to gain her composure back , resting her weight softly onto the bar .
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