@weneedmore / / ae’ir .
“ ah . . . you must be my client . “ low voice would hum , smoke curling from painted lips and disappearing into the air above , gradually . fingers would curl around the handle of the blade that rested at his side ; lifting it , somewhat , offering visage in the form of confirmation that he was who he claimed to be . this blade was forged by her people , after all . . . or whomever had learned their long forgotten craft , more accurately . with a silent breath , he would push himself to stand , after dabbing out the remaining light of his smoking utensil ; the flame flickering , dully , before dying out completely .
she was different looking , for certain ; a fact that he’d felt at home with , almost . he was certainly unique for a man native to these parts , as well . tongue would draw across upper lip , briefly , before smacking against teeth in thought ; and then hand would extend -- the one free of his blade -- in greeting . “ eliraine . “ he would remark , simply , the monicker falling from his lips as if routine , which it were . this would be different from his usual , preferred avenue of work , which was bodyguard duty ; instead the two were to form more of a mutual companionship , for the sake of travelling , until she’d seen her goals realized . he cared little for the specifics , frankly . so long as there were things to accomplish , and gil to be had .
