@hallohell, continued from here
Vanya honestly knew better than to engage her again this way, so she wasn’t sure why she was grimacing at the graverobber and sitting at her table. Perhaps morbid curiosity. Or masochism. Probably both. The scratches on her cheek hadn’t even healed yet.
She crossed her ankles, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her drink. “Plenty of others isn’t that helpful of an argument when half the patrons here are either absurdly religious or harboring some sort of disease.” She looked over the flagon at the graverobber, eyes giving away a hint of mischief now. “So what’s wrong with you? Aside from the insufferable personality.”
“Funny you should ask,” she yawned, trying to hide the suddenly intense burning anger the other woman’s presence was inspiring with her nonsense. Had she merely come over to taunt her? Well, what else could she expect from an ill-bred mongrel?
No, no; she had to calm herself, lest she wind up banned from the Tavern for brawling with the insolent pup.
“I cannot say I recall you ever coming here or leaving with a companion, either. I should ask you the very same question!”









