Lady Norinthall
The entire time Arndell was speaking, Raella held her arms crossed against her chest, a smug shit eating grin spreading across her lips. Of course, she would do a much better job of the retelling, but having Arndell do it for her was both much more appropriate and also filled her with an undue sense of pride and accomplishment. Totally deserved, of course.
"Oh there's more where that came from." Raella replied with a smug, happy sounding chuckle. "Like that time I was able to successfully bargain with the Norinthall patron to-" Her voice trailed off as she was presented with a leg of meat. Oh god.
Peasant food. Honestly, she didn't really have a problem eating this. It probably tasted
fine, but she was a noble damn it and a noble like her should only eat the best of foods.
Her ear perked up, as she heard a rather giddy sounding voice across the mists. She couldn't see what was happening, but she would recognize that language anywhere! Draconic! Now, it could just be a kobold, or maybe another Dragonborn, but at the same time, someone speaking Draconic was rare in and of itself, and while she couldn't understand a lick of it (not that anyone else needed to know that), she definitely recognized it.
So, her curiosity peaked, it also gave her a good excuse to turn down the food.
"...ah, thank you for your generosity, but something has caught my attention just over there. Arndell, feel free to eat my stuff. Thanksseeyouinabit-" She'd say, extremely quickly as her voice faded as she'd briskly walk to the sound of the draconic being spoken, leaving a likely exasperated Arndell and confused god slayers behind.
And she was not disapointed in the slightest!
"An
actual gods damned dragon!" Raella would waltz up without a care in the world, ignoring Tanrith and brusquely pushing past the kobold as her focus entirely was on the dragon, now. "Well, can't say I expected to find one out here of all places."
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