09-22-2011, 01:29 PM
Attila did not consider himself quick to trust, but a relatively above-average judge of character; he sensed no ill-will from this Drizzt in neither tone nor movements, and thus the Aston remained seated with untensed muscles and a leisurely, though hardened, gaze. He spoke French, just briefly, at which Attila perked his ears with mild interest -- he himself had somewhat learned but never mastered the language. Often, he found he only knew just enough to sway even the most stubborn of women.
"Attila Aston," he said simply, distractedly opening the bottle as he considered how he might have normally responded in French for amusement's sake. He could hardly put himself in such a mood. "Romania's pretty far," he said idly, not fully apt for pleasant conversation.
"Attila Aston," he said simply, distractedly opening the bottle as he considered how he might have normally responded in French for amusement's sake. He could hardly put himself in such a mood. "Romania's pretty far," he said idly, not fully apt for pleasant conversation.