Azcadelia Rosan
Azcadelia quickly followed Orion, wincing as the wound truly pained her when she put her weight on it to rise from the chair. The nodded to the barmaid and a smile graced both her faces, even if the barmaids was more rugged and experienced. Azcadelia followed him to the exit and stepped into the afternoon's delight.
"I'm not too much concerned with the injury because it's a trivial matter. I'm doing this for my father, not for me. I'd much rather let the burn heal on it's own you see. It's too much of a hassle and it doesn't really pain me as much as it did when it was inflicted upon me. This wedding all too much of a hassle as well. I'd much rather spend my time with a gentleman like you, rugged and sculpted. The man that I'm suppose to be marrying can't lift a barrel of hay if his life depended on it," she said, scoffing in annoyance.
"Say, since the wedding is in a week, do you mind me treating you to a drink? It'd be a welcome relief from all this stress that's been happening as of late. No one is around to check on me for the while, they're visiting my suitor in the city over. If not would you at least stay at the Soothing Water's with me while I'm healed? Just for the company, you know this city, and its occupants, better than I. Perchance you could escort me home too? Of course I'd repay you for all your troubles, good ser." Azcadelia rambled along mindly walking beside Orion. Her own rambling annoyed her, it wasn't her nature to just talk and talk and talk. She was much more straightforward under a more suitable atmosphere but this was a job given to her and she'd need to do whatever to get what she seeked.
"Another thing, if you say that you're a squire, why'd you give up your position as a doctor for such a thing? Your patron must be a good one to make you drop things so quickly, say who is your patron anyway?" Azcadelia attempted to make the question blend with the rambling, as if the words just stumbled out in the amount of vocal diarrhea that she was having.
