02-09-2011, 01:26 PM
'Sit' he said, his order sounded a little more demanding than he'd wanted it to be. He tidied it up with a light smile and repeated, softer,'Please, sit'. He beckoned to the other side of the stall, to the long sofa type seat. He turned back to his drink and took another deep swig from it. He nodded again, 'Tis very well stocked, there’s twice this in the cargo hold'. He had found this out when he took time out to explore. His curiosity couldn't be tamed and he asked the silent girl, 'Where you from?' He liked knowing where people we're from. Valinta was Russian, he himself was a small collection of nations, however if we we're judging birth place. He was Spanish. He glanced over to the mirror at the other side of the bar. The face was cracked but he could still see his doppelganger perfectly. His ears flicked to the sound of the lapping waves and a tired creak, ’Don’t worry, just the boat wiggling...’. He didn’t know if the female would spook, but it would show he meant well and wasn’t planning on any wrong doing. He was simply being hospitable, even though he didn’t own the ship.