"Don't worry, he's a good puppy, aren't you?" Bree peered down at her dog, who gave an affirmative bark, stubby little tail wagging away. "I'm not quite as good, but for you?" Her eyes flick back up to Mal, and flashes him her very best smirk. "I think I'll give it a shot." Mal was a decent-looking man, but her flirtations was more out of a sense of...it being fun, rather than any interest. Of course, he didn't seem to reciprocate, but it was hardly a deterrent. Few things were.
"Don't worry, Captain. I'm just trying to get to Amaranthine. You know." She gestured at herself--specifically, at the Warden crest on her armor. "Vigil's Keep, the Wardens, all that business. Your own business will stay yours, unless you've got some darkspawn in the hold you want to tell me about." She flashed him a grin, then hesitated. "That was a joke. You don't have darkspawn, I'd know."
Wait, shit, is that secret Warden stuff? No, she's pretty sure everyone knows about that. Probably. Maybe.
"You surely will." Fun sort, that's a step up from the usual doom and gloom wardens he ended up meeting on the road more often than not. At least this trip won't be too damn dull if she's this cheerful. Maybe she and Kaylee would get on. Keep the girl from moping a little about having to leave port so early.
"With your Wardeny ways I take it. No taint on this ship, Ser. Just a coupla honest folk making an honest living." Mostly honest. Sometimes. On occasion. When it paid well, he did honest work. Wasn't that the way the world worked?
"I have all kind of Wardeny ways. And other wiles, that get me my needed knowledge." She flashes that grin at him again, wiggling her eyebrows a few times, just to make sure that he gets it. If she'd known him a decent spell of time, she might have been digging her elbow into side just then, but unfamiliarity saves Mal. "But don't worry, what kinda asshole would drag taint onto his ship? 'S fucking suicidal. Except that one cult that thought the Blight was the Maker's vengeance, but you don't seem the culty type."
Her eyes flick over him slowly, as if perhaps examining him for signs of cultiness. "You seem pretty reasonable." Honest folk or not, the truth was, Tabris didn't give a shit. As long as Mal wasn't smuggling elven slaves or darkspawn, he could pack away enough lyrium to put Orzammar out on the streets for all she cared. Orzammar sucked, anyway.
"Any other rules I should know about, Captain?" She leaned on her dog as she spoke, who didn't seem to mind--probably because he was built like a brick wall, and nearly as tall.
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Date: 2015-12-02 11:41 pm (UTC)"Don't worry, Captain. I'm just trying to get to Amaranthine. You know." She gestured at herself--specifically, at the Warden crest on her armor. "Vigil's Keep, the Wardens, all that business. Your own business will stay yours, unless you've got some darkspawn in the hold you want to tell me about." She flashed him a grin, then hesitated. "That was a joke. You don't have darkspawn, I'd know."
Wait, shit, is that secret Warden stuff? No, she's pretty sure everyone knows about that. Probably. Maybe.
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Date: 2015-12-03 12:47 am (UTC)"With your Wardeny ways I take it. No taint on this ship, Ser. Just a coupla honest folk making an honest living." Mostly honest. Sometimes. On occasion. When it paid well, he did honest work. Wasn't that the way the world worked?
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Date: 2015-12-06 01:50 am (UTC)Her eyes flick over him slowly, as if perhaps examining him for signs of cultiness. "You seem pretty reasonable." Honest folk or not, the truth was, Tabris didn't give a shit. As long as Mal wasn't smuggling elven slaves or darkspawn, he could pack away enough lyrium to put Orzammar out on the streets for all she cared. Orzammar sucked, anyway.
"Any other rules I should know about, Captain?" She leaned on her dog as she spoke, who didn't seem to mind--probably because he was built like a brick wall, and nearly as tall.