Little Italy — Roleplayer Guild

Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location:Hallow Grounds; Overthinking
Interactions: @Metronome

Dinah handed Orren the money in exchange for the piping hot drink, returning an equally exhausted smile and a small nod of thanks as she stepped out of line and made room for the next customer. There were a few empty tables here and there, so she picked one near the window and sat down, drawing her laptop from her back pack and setting about finishing the work she hadn't finished. Headphones drowned out the morning buzz and helped her zero in on the screen as gloved fingers sped over the keys, the time displayed in the top right corner reminding her she didn't have the luxury of messing about or procrastinating any more than she already had been. However, focusing was proving difficult as her mind started to recall the events of the previous night and analyze them more closely. She really had no business acting the way that she had, but she couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if she hadn't made the decision to intervene. Moreover, her brief "episode", as her parents had been apt to called them, was very uncharacteristic of her now that she was older, and she was suspicious of the reason behind her brief breakdown in the halls of the college building. 

Focus, she reminded herself, shaking her head slightly and turning her thoughts back to physics.

Elle flashed him a smile, a small laugh escaping her at his final comment as they walked inside the trader. The place looked pretty standard to her as she took a moment to survey the room before her eyes landed on the merchant behind the counter. She didn't notice anything particularly off, other than the way he examined the pair and the beady glint in his dark eyes. She exchanged a quick glance with Nilovas, her eye catching his as she noted his uneasy expression. Whatever reason for the tension, they still needed supplies and she didn't believe them to be in any immediate danger. Oddly enough, she felt more comfortable trying to barter with this man rather than the blacksmith, although she had a feeling swinging title or purpose around wouldn't get them a better price, not with this guy. 

She turned her attention to the self proclaimed Belethor, who seemed more intent on addressing her than her mer companion. That was really starting to tick her off, as she was beginning to notice a pattern, but she didn't comment, instead replying, "We're interested in armor that might fit my friend here, a map, and some supplies for a few day's journey." She didn't think they would be traveling that long, but it was better to work on the side of caution, especially with her current streak of luck.

Now that she had moved closer to the counter, she was starting to feel the apprehension that had been written on Nil's face. She didn't like the way this Belethor was looking at her, but she couldn't decide why. She crossed her arms, expression still fairly neutral as she shifted from one foot to the other, casting another glance back at Nil. After this, they could set off for High Hrothgar and maybe she could get some much needed answers.

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