A look of concern flits across the Gith’s face and she almost reaches out to steady the coughing old man. By Melora, what happened to this man? She tilts her head slightly to the side and props it up on her hand, yellow eyes staring at him. I prefer not to deal with things I don’t understand. Of course, that typically includes anything that’s going to eat the life from my bones. But earthly pains I’ve felt and seen enough of.
Still not speaking, the Gith’s eyes have an intense concentration as her mind wonders what to think of this wizard. Her eyes briefly narrow and her thoughts focus on two words: He’s dangerous. He wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing anyone here to the darkness if he could get what he wanted. I wonder if he already has… His enervated form and irascible manner would definitely lead to noxious danger. Les wonders briefly if she should respond as she truly wants to. She knew she was being obdurate, but the man’s choice of words had not helped. I am not here to offer kindness. I am not here to help anyone here with their life’s choices beyond supporting them in any endeavors we are thrown together in. I am here to explore and to seek fortune. I am here to find my own way to my own goals but have no desire to share them with anyone here.
These words and more floated about her mind, burning with a desire to upbraid the old man. However, finally, she quiets them. She should say something, perhaps warn the others at the table about her conclusions. But she won’t. They can make their own assumptions. There was no reason to permeate presumption or continue this diatribe.
I do not suppose to guess as to what you have endured in life. As such, please take the same approach to myself. I seek this gathering for teamwork. A coordinated group is much more effective than a discordant band of strays. If, by chance, I end up working with you in the future; I hope you keep that in mind.
Kruk’s statements draw a brief look of amazement from Les. He doesn’t see it at all does he. This man would walk over our souls for what he wants… The Gith closes her expression and turns to look at Cross.
Well, I have to say thank you for the drinks. I suppose it is my turn now. She smiles at him and again motions him to stay seated. She turns her head sharply and whip across her face. Her thus far quiet words are replaced with a commanding and stern shout. Barkeep! Wine and beer for all here, please! Its like a desert over here, be quick!