Shady

“If it’s easier than the merchants’ language, I can help you communicate, if you would like. I know both… enough.”

Her conscience pricked her and she sighed. This was such a hassle. But, she supposed, better than going to her room. She approached and said in Upper Tongue, “hello. Is ...

She watched from a distance, weighing the costs versus benefits of interpreting for them. She felt like she could help. But she also felt like it wasn’t her business nor ...

Rana decided to wander amongst the booths for a bit, vaguely heading in the direction of their inn. Should she look for the man? What good would that do? She’d ...

She glanced at him, then awkwardly left, trying to decide what to do next.

“Okay.” She nodded and stood up. Was she… just supposed to leave? What a bizarre interaction. Why would she send people back here? Just to get their heads fucked with? ...

She rubbed her trouser legs again, anxious, and glanced away. “Of course I am.” But her nonverbals didn’t sell that one bit.

She glanced down at herself, subconsciously smoothing down her trousers. “…you are correct, yes.”

She furrowed her brow at him. “Why would you say that?”

Rana glanced over her shoulder uneasily, then glanced back at him. “It depends who you are.”

She snorted and lifted her chin a little but didn’t respond.

“We’re all very mad.” She sighed and shook her head. “We just drink and smoke and pretend we aren’t.”

“Set to go on for another one.” She shrugged.

“Which one?” She scoffed.

“I didn’t say. But I am,” she confirmed with a nod.