Bastard Boy

[She snorts, quite unladylike.]  No’ unless ye plan t’walk halfway across the city wi’ me.  But gods bless ye for the offer.

Well, it's not like I'm not doing anything special right now but if you don't want my help you know where to find me.

[She frowns, looking him up and down before raising a dark brow.  A heavy basket rests on her hip.]  Well aye, I would, unless ye plan t’part the crowds fer me, Master Swordsman.

Er, right. Sorry about that. Do you want help with that basket though?

"Nora suits just fine. And what does one call you?"

Alright, Nora it is. People call me Adrian but I'm sure others have colourful names they give me.

My only wish is that they had the ring back up. For performances…not it’s usually purposes. I assume you don’t care much for the fights either? From what my father’s told me about your life previous to serving Sophia.

Well it's complicated I guess. I do like watching the fights and learning how to fight and the fighters are family but I do like what doing now. That's all it matters now. Understand?

It’s not about age, just respect. Adrian… 

I guess you are right.

“Girly? You can’t be serious… I swear I could just… Nora. My name is Nora. And it would do you well to go about calling women by their actual names and not girly.”

Could just what? Anyways I didn't know what to call you, so, sorry again. I could call you m'lady if you want.

Well, with everything being more than fine, I’d say I am quite grand. The feast always put me in a better mood. It’s so…alive.

Aye, I'd say the same. And don't forget about the food is delicious and the music is very well played.

"As a man, I do not expect for you to believe otherwise. However, in the spirit of the night and good tidings, how are you, sir?"

Right, well I am good. What about you, girly?

And how are you Adrian? Outside of the pain, of course.

I'm good, thank you for asking. What about you? 

"There is quite a difference between being looked at and ogling, good sir."

There is? I thought they were all the same? Again, sorry. 

"Stop staring or I shall rip your eyeballs out of your head and turn them into earrings.”

Fine, I'll stop. Sorry. I just thought pretty girls wanted to be looked at. 

Been a while since I've been to The New Moon Feast.

I would say the same, but it's looks like everyone is having their fun. 

You should be more careful, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? My name’s Charlie, at your service. 

I probably should but that's no fun. I- please don't call me sir, it makes me feel old. Er, help me? No, thank you but no. Um, nice to meet you Charlie, I'm Adrian.

I feel like the fact that is happens all the time is cause enough for worry

No need to worry. I'm still standing and breathing which means no worrying.