#takeawaythief

Halldis did offer a timid smile, but backed away from the table before turning towards Blair and shaking her head again, “I don’t need it that badly. I’m sure someone else will happily pay what he wants for it.”

“Good. They were a bunch of little curs for treating you in such a way. Riften may be.. lacking in honesty, but there are certainly more decent people than that lot.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

“You can sit for a while if you want,” Halldis offered, waving the woman towards Skulvar’s chair, which was empty at the moment. They did not generally invite travelers to sit unless they had business with the stable, but there seemed no harm in it, “Would you like some water? We have some here...”

The Altmer merely shot her a sideways glare before giving her a light shove to the shoulder and told her to shut up. 

What bright hair, and strikingly blue eyes! Such a thing would be a challenge indeed to find back home. Unless... ah, what a Tsaesci she would have made. Remarkably upheld confidence, despite the fear she tries to hide. A long life of success and power might have awaited her, had she been born of my people. But, ah, such is life. Poor, pitiable humans.

It is hard to tell if the disgusted look on the Imperial’s face is for the mess on the floor or the stranger. “It is when you have been looking forward to that bottle of wine since morning.”

Perhaps it was not meant as a slight, but Halldis bristled at the remark, offering little more than a scowl, “I’m no warrior, and I know I don’t look like much, but I can fight.”