Silk smiled as she caught him glance at the gold that she was counting but carried on as he talked, humming a little tune that denoted her rapidly growing good mood. “There’s a lot of that around these days, people running away from their ‘responsibilities’. Oh, don’t look at me like that I’m not judging you, who am I to judge. Live and let live and all that,” she said in a pleasant, conversational tone as she started building little golden towers out of her ill-gotten gains. She pushed a small tower toward him. “For your trouble,” she said offering no explanation as to which particular trouble she was referring. Having counted her coin she put in back out of sight, save for a few lesser coins that she left sat on the counter, mostly silver with some copper.
“I didn’t realize that you could just ‘stop’ being a nobleman, that must be convenient, wish I could pull that off sometimes,” she said with some curiosity as she started to roll one of the silver pieces under her index finger backwards and forwards. He seemed to have, in his own words, a romanticised view of what is was that she did. Well, there was no need to burst that particular bubble was there? “I’m here more by accident then by choice, I was planning on making for the capital, I have friends there that I need to talk with see? Only wouldn’t you know it but not even two days into my trip I find that ‘someone’ has been told where I would be. A most peculiar thing,” she said as she kept her ears fixed on the barkeeper, who had wandered much too far away from paying customers for her liking.