“I would say any sane human had long accepted the reality that a caring hand and worried mind only reaches as far as one’s doorstep. After all, we would need twice the head and three times the arms is we were to defeat all the horror and unjust in this forsaken world.” she replied to the man speaking into the distance, to any ear that was willing to hear his complaint. Lucky for him, in the alehouse there were one too many eager to discuss the subject. Even fight over it if it was taken to far. She had no such intention, but as she had briefly taken over the role of the barmaid there was little else to do but answer the discussion and poor more ale. “The importance of the death is rated according to the amount of chaos it may cause within the borders of the realms. How sad it may be, not many mourn the death of a slave or a lonely fisherman. Let alone fear for their own future.”
his gaze raised, the corners of his lips twitching at her response. she was plain but pretty, he supposed, in the way any common girl might be in a low-lit tavern, but her words left him convinced there was much else common about her. it was easy --- purposefully so --- to misconstrue his words as concern, as an indictment of noble indifference, as though he spoke from some deep concern for the smallfolk, and she echoed his words with the air of someone who might agree with most anything said to her. “insightful, truly.” he raised the tankard of ale to her in a toast, eyebrows arched mockingly as he downed the last sip. “ --- you think this world’s forsaken, then ?” he inquired, feigning curiosity.