"No, but good guess." Amal remarked casually, one long arm resting on the back cushion as his hand swilled the bottle gently in a small circle. "I left after a few months, and sailed up the sword coast. I had the idea to be a pirate, or a knife for hire. I took a few jobs, and then my memory fades after that..."
Amal briefly tried to force back the memories, but as usual they would not come. His mind then switched to Charynrae's other words, two things have piqued his interest. Underdark bookworms were something he was unsure of. The Underdark itself was a mystery to him, he had been genuinely curious as they trekked through the snow and moors, but had little time to ponder when they weren't merely trying to survive.
Truth be told, his eyes had glanced at her more than a few times, particularly as she undressed. But there was something about her fixing her hair that was nice to watch. Something simple, but she made it seem so elegant. It had been her first words, before he began his tale, that were on his mind. "I have never met a dark elf before you. I am not used to your skills, but if you are someone's lover, are you able to read their mind or spy lies?" He felt that would be hopelessly boring. Not because lying was something warranted in a relationship, but even playful jests could be seen through immediately.
Generally Amal spoke with stilted common, his mouth less used to languages not calishite. It made his smirking, teasing remarks that much stranger. However, here he sounded genuine.
"And what might I do to hear of these bookworms?"
Amal briefly tried to force back the memories, but as usual they would not come. His mind then switched to Charynrae's other words, two things have piqued his interest. Underdark bookworms were something he was unsure of. The Underdark itself was a mystery to him, he had been genuinely curious as they trekked through the snow and moors, but had little time to ponder when they weren't merely trying to survive.
Truth be told, his eyes had glanced at her more than a few times, particularly as she undressed. But there was something about her fixing her hair that was nice to watch. Something simple, but she made it seem so elegant. It had been her first words, before he began his tale, that were on his mind. "I have never met a dark elf before you. I am not used to your skills, but if you are someone's lover, are you able to read their mind or spy lies?" He felt that would be hopelessly boring. Not because lying was something warranted in a relationship, but even playful jests could be seen through immediately.
Generally Amal spoke with stilted common, his mouth less used to languages not calishite. It made his smirking, teasing remarks that much stranger. However, here he sounded genuine.
"And what might I do to hear of these bookworms?"