“is everything alright?”
(Rolled a d4, die chose Rakaso.)
The duskwight tilts her glass towards her lips, raising an eyebrow as she shifts her gaze towards the man beside her. Taller than she expected- Almost at eye level with her. Intimidating, no doubt.Â
She pulls the glass away, a reassuring smile on her lips.Â
“I’m quite fine, thank you. I suppose, however…”Â
Rakaso sets down her glass, tapping the rim with her fingers. She looks towards the far wall, gazing off into the distance as she speaks.
“It must be this, tonight, but I’ve a feeling you’re looking for more than just placations? I suppose so. Perhaps you look to ingratiate yourself, or maybe you’re simply that friendly?”Â
“Well, to give you what you seem to wish for, I will restate- Everything is fine, as is. My only regrets would be the lack of time that I spend with my darling wife, my home is currently in mild disarray, the weather doesn’t suit my complexion…”Â
“Oh,” She pauses, turning her eyes once more upon the hyur. Her smile evaporates into a thinly veiled malice. “And that you seem to believe you may speak to me.”Â
