Abrahms
One Thousand Club
Wyford | Late Evening | Restless Devil Inn:
Elizabth giggled again at Virra's words, nodding as she somewhat dizzily from all the spinning followed the Gnome back to the table. "Heh -- warmed up sure, but perhaps I've sampled a little too much to reasonably play now ..." she leaned on the table smiling at Virra before glancing over towards Valerie and Niradnam, a frown slowly taking over her expression as she muttered, "Oh no ..."
Niradnam still followed along behind Valerie, looking somewhat nervous at the table as they all studied the woman now standing next to them. One of them reached out towards her with a crude grin, reaching for the fabric of her dress, "Ay, nice lookin' one ain'tcha? An' speakin' so fine too, must not be a local lass ye?"
The other three at the table laughed, continuing to deal cards. One of them glanced towards Niradnam, "This'n yours, lad? Looks t'good fer ya, best we take 'er off yer hands for th' night eh?" He laughed, "S'pecially if she comes wit' drinks!"
At their words, Niradnam's fist clenched, frowning, but something seemed to catch his eye. A look of frustration appeared to cross his face, as his hands relaxed. "I don't think you should abuse her kindness, 'gentlemen', lest your night gets more likely to end early." He glanced towards Valerie, "Please don't get startled ... but I saw all of them at least have daggers and one has their hand resting on it."
Elizabth giggled again at Virra's words, nodding as she somewhat dizzily from all the spinning followed the Gnome back to the table. "Heh -- warmed up sure, but perhaps I've sampled a little too much to reasonably play now ..." she leaned on the table smiling at Virra before glancing over towards Valerie and Niradnam, a frown slowly taking over her expression as she muttered, "Oh no ..."
Niradnam still followed along behind Valerie, looking somewhat nervous at the table as they all studied the woman now standing next to them. One of them reached out towards her with a crude grin, reaching for the fabric of her dress, "Ay, nice lookin' one ain'tcha? An' speakin' so fine too, must not be a local lass ye?"
The other three at the table laughed, continuing to deal cards. One of them glanced towards Niradnam, "This'n yours, lad? Looks t'good fer ya, best we take 'er off yer hands for th' night eh?" He laughed, "S'pecially if she comes wit' drinks!"
At their words, Niradnam's fist clenched, frowning, but something seemed to catch his eye. A look of frustration appeared to cross his face, as his hands relaxed. "I don't think you should abuse her kindness, 'gentlemen', lest your night gets more likely to end early." He glanced towards Valerie, "Please don't get startled ... but I saw all of them at least have daggers and one has their hand resting on it."