by Orion Lorgan on November 30th, 2009, 3:30 am
(( OK been busy again all day, so I apologize again for not posting. Anyways, hey Ash, glad you could make it. ))
At the voice, Orion turned to see the young priestess standing before them. While taken aback by her beauty, he made himself keep a neutral gaze, unlike his 'friend' who gaped at her like a fish out of water. As they spoke, he listened quietly to her story, assessing her as he thought. Finding he liked something about her, he gave her a small grin. "As my friend stated, I'm Orion, a pleasure to meet you..." He reached over and shook her hand firmly but gently.
Pulling back, he let them talk for a short time while he glanced occasionally about the tavern, eyeing any new individuals who entered and a couple who left. When she questioned them, he returned his attention to her and actually smiled. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me as well..." He watched her for several seconds with a cool, intense gaze before speaking again. "Why do you assume you would be safe here, mi'lady? While they probably aren't starting a house to house search, they'll definitely be on the look-out for you, also offering money for information on you..." Glancing about at the people in the tavern, he saw a couple of the figures attempting to avoid his gaze. Turning back to Ash, he continued. "There is undoubtedly one, maybe two people in this very tavern who would be reporting your sighting to a guardsman or somebody who would be looking for you..."
Considering his next words, he looked into her eyes carefully. "Would you need assistance in getting around or out of the city, without being caught? Or would you rather be left to your own devices? I'd be willing to help you, if you would like..." Orion didn't even know why he was wanting to help her, but for once he didn't mind the fact that he hadn't asked for some kind of payment. Mentally shrugging, he waited for her answer.
"A good defense is a good offense." -General George S. Patton
"I have a rendezvous with Death. At some disputed barricade, it may be He shall take my hand, and lead me into His dark land, and close my eyes and quench my breath. I have a rendezvous with Death. And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous." Part of 'Rendezvous with Death' by Alan Seeger