Almost starting at the unexpected eloquence from a hobgoblin, Akora catches herself so as not to offend.
“Greetings, Lord Baltimore. “
Looking around, her hair falls forward,
“I was expecting there to be three of you. I am to escort you to your accommodation for the night. It is not much to speak of but I find it helps to focus the mind.”
As she begins to turn on her heels, her head tilts to the side and she gazes into the distance,
Be polite and thank him for his offer, my dear. Remember you are a lady.
What would she do without Ordon? Probably come across as a pig-headed, stubborn, spoilt brat.
Maybe that’s what you are in this life?
She could actually feel Kalvin smirking. The little…
As she pushes her hair from her face her lips pull into a smile,
“Thank you for your offer of a drink, my Lord, but I prefer to keep a level head at the times. It’s always good to be ready for any opportunity that may arise. I’d probably end up flat on my back, anyway! May I lead you to your room?”
Flirting with a hobgoblin? You’ve reached a new low, Althea.
It was at times like these she wished she could slap her previous lives.
Excuse me?
Well one of them, at least.