Post by Ember on Jun 12, 2011 0:50:22 GMT -5
"True enough," Nephele said in response. While Rigelyeh occupied himself with dismantling the trap she hid her knife once again, though in a different spot than before. He'd seen her remove it the first time so in order for it to be a proper hidden blade she clearly had to hide it elsewhere. Just because she'd officially Searched him didn't mean she trusted him at all. She eyed the organized mess on the floor that used to be a trap with faint amusement. She'd be willing to bet the owner wouldn't much like the state the room was left in. Not that it mattered too much since he wouldn't be coming back.
Nephele nodded in response to his 'business' and scooped the strapy heels off the floor before following him out. She wouldn't be wearing those shoes again. She watched impassively as Rigelyeh payed the disgusting thing behind the bar. Oh, she'd seen the woman-thing earlier but she'd averted her eyes after barely a glance. Having to watch an interaction nearly made her sick. At least dragonriders weren't known for being so repugnant so she figured she'd never have to suffer such a fate.
It was not the disgusting woman, in the end, that concerned her though. It was the reaction Rigelyeh had to a drunkard's words. Really now, was a stool necessary? And did he really have to do it while she was trying to get him out of there? Nephele actually rolled her eyes before leaning against a wall, taking herself out of the fight.She did not do brute strength. Her brand of fighting was a touch too deadly for a bar fight when she was sober and they certainly weren't. She could hardly let him get too hurt, though, so when one of the drunk guys almost snuck up on Rigelyeh she tossed a well-aimed shoe at his head. His resulting howl and pause ought to even things up for Rigelyeh.
Nephele nodded in response to his 'business' and scooped the strapy heels off the floor before following him out. She wouldn't be wearing those shoes again. She watched impassively as Rigelyeh payed the disgusting thing behind the bar. Oh, she'd seen the woman-thing earlier but she'd averted her eyes after barely a glance. Having to watch an interaction nearly made her sick. At least dragonriders weren't known for being so repugnant so she figured she'd never have to suffer such a fate.
It was not the disgusting woman, in the end, that concerned her though. It was the reaction Rigelyeh had to a drunkard's words. Really now, was a stool necessary? And did he really have to do it while she was trying to get him out of there? Nephele actually rolled her eyes before leaning against a wall, taking herself out of the fight.She did not do brute strength. Her brand of fighting was a touch too deadly for a bar fight when she was sober and they certainly weren't. She could hardly let him get too hurt, though, so when one of the drunk guys almost snuck up on Rigelyeh she tossed a well-aimed shoe at his head. His resulting howl and pause ought to even things up for Rigelyeh.