#liddia

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As the day passed into the afternoon hours, the sun should've been shining freely and casting a golden hue across the city. Instead a few stubborn clouds drifted overhead and gave a sort of hazy grey setting throughout the busy streets. People passed by, unawares to much else as they made their way to work or home, or to one of the numerous taverns that'd sprouted up recently in Stormwind. When she found the hunter he was seated at a bench, alone save for his grizzled companion Duchess, who herself seemed to be asleep. Her ragged muzzle was perched atop folded paws, and a rhythmic breath gave a measured rise and fall to her form. Tenneson seemed busy fussing with a loose strap at his hip, holding a small pouch to his belt.

"Indeed it has, Miss Evaryns, quite'a'bit'a time indeed."

He'd already paused in his work before she even spoke, drawing the air through his senses. A familiar scent had tickled his thoughts, lifting his gaze until he peered up at her from beneath the brim of that same aged hat he always bore. Cracked and bearing more lines than it should have, it was tipped up to let golden eyes scan her features. As he let the strap be he slowly eased back into the bench, and let a dull curve form to his lips.

"How've y'been, miss?"

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A quiet sniff of the air was heard, and the hunter craned his neck aside to a faint pop. Her words were drawn upon by ears that seemed to catch every subtle inflection in her tone, and the message inspired a creased brow from him. He tapped his fingers in an idly pattern against the holster, and took a moment to shift his back against the stone while he eyed her over.

"Not pride so much as not somethin' I partake in. Rarely in the city as it is, so fancy dresses and fine teas are a bit of an odd thing to me."

There was a brush of leather agains stone as his body curled forward. The duster eased against the surface of the cobblest they stood on, and brushed aside a few bits of debris as he took a few steps to bring him closer. He lulled his head to one side while he peered at her from beneath the brim of his hat, and tipped it forward in an almost courteous fashion. At the corner of his lips came the subtle tick of a smirk that could have teased more if he let it. Again that trace mixture of aged leather, and cigar smoke invaded her senses.

"Besides, don't rightly think a lady of your stature would be enjoyin' the company of a drifter. Suppose that's up to you, but I'm thinkin' I've probably kept you from your plans this time around. Tables turned'n all that."

His eyes danced around her features one more time before a hand rose up. Slowly the brush of fabric against leather was heard as he held out a hand towards her, fingers exposed at the end of the gloves he wore.

"Suppose I'll need to stop by your shop when I've a chance to, as I promised. Curious to see what sorta concoctions you've got brewed up."