Sparrow released his grip on his bow as Athelya, that was her named he'd learned, bit into a rabbit leg. He seemed to have no need in arming himself, as if she wanted to attack him she would have already. So instead he sat back and bossed his legs in front of him, grabbing a rabbit's leg for himself and biting into hungrily. The juices from the animal trickled down his chin as he chewed, his eyes looking her up and down as he ate his meal.
She was small, but Sparrow had run into enough elves to know they were naturally small. She was pretty though, more than pretty he realized a moment later. He found her stunning, though he would never say that out loud. He'd learned the hard way that complimenting strangers didn't always get him a blush and a smile. Sometimes, it got him slapped.
But he'd also been drunk those times, so maybe he'd deserved it.
Taking another bite, Sparrow chewed thoughtfully before swallowing his bite. "The Inquisition aye? Did a Lotta good they did, that damn Elder One was making it damned impossible for me to find work. Everyone was all blood magic this and demons that. If there's one thing I don't mess with, it's demons," he said, pointing his now bare rabbit's leg bone at her briefly before tossing it aside into the brush.
"I had a job once where I had to deal with some possessed mages. They all turned into these awful demon things, all black and creepy looking. One of them was red, and huge. It was the scariest job I've ever taken," He said with a shudder and a shake of his head.
"Magic is all right, but once demons starting getting brought into it, I'm out," He continued with a frown, still remembering the job he was talking about. It had been a rough one, and he'd almost not made it out several times. But in the end, he'd gotten the job done and collected his gold.
That's all he really cared about anyways.