Fiore eyed the girl from across the table, staring at her, trying to assess her, trying to find out if she would be a threat. There was no emotion in her voice that indicated sadness, all there was was anger, but Fiore couldn't tell who that anger was directed too. Was it towards her parents? Or perhaps towards the tavern "wench," which was just a nice woman doing her job, albeit being nosy. Fiore continued to eye the girl, even while taking a sip from his flagon. 

[i]Staring at her, huh?[/i] Fiore's other consciousness asked. [i]She's just a little girl, I'm guessing around the ages of... Thirteen? Fourteen? This is taboo, you know... of course, you [u]are[/u] the man who failed to save his village, failed to find out about his parents, and the one who "accidentally" killed a man, it's like you have no boundaries![/i]