The man nods in a nonchalant manner before removing his black cloak and hanging it by the fire, ignoring the fact that it is leaving droplets of rainwater on the floor and making a bit of a mess of things.
As he draws his hand back, it lightly grazes a lady's blue dress -- still damp, by the look of it. Then turning, he notices a girl, one who can only be the owner of the dress, sitting by the table.
Raising an eyebrow, he scrutinizes her for a moment. "Another guest?" Not that it matters, of course. "Well-met, milady, in this noxious weather."
There is no time for any sort of reply before there is the sound of a loud clattering from the stable next door. "Something must have disturbed the horses," the man thinks aloud, concern in his voice. He only briefly thinks on his young companion.
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Date: 2007-05-13 04:58 am (UTC)As he draws his hand back, it lightly grazes a lady's blue dress -- still damp, by the look of it. Then turning, he notices a girl, one who can only be the owner of the dress, sitting by the table.
Raising an eyebrow, he scrutinizes her for a moment. "Another guest?" Not that it matters, of course. "Well-met, milady, in this noxious weather."
There is no time for any sort of reply before there is the sound of a loud clattering from the stable next door. "Something must have disturbed the horses," the man thinks aloud, concern in his voice. He only briefly thinks on his young companion.