The duo's celebration of their haul was cut short when Wily nervously flapped his wings and practically hissed with anger at the mysterious man approaching his friend. Elanor could only cock her head to the side with a single raise of a confused eyebrow, her mouth uttering a weak “Huh?” before her body turned around to a deep voice and an amused laugh.
A rather tall, taller than the average human, cloaked man stood in front of the tiny little halfling. 'Twas... Shocking to say the least, the unpleasantly surprised expression on the woman's face emphasizing her first thoughts on the giant male, who didn't seem to notice her reaction as he simply rambled on and on about... Whatever.
The only words that Elanor could comprehend were 'Thief' and something to do with the mystery man being a merchant of some description.
Ooohh...! How she hated these blokes, always sticking their filthy noses in other peoples business. Still here? Didn't he have something better to do than to disturb an insignificant entertainer?
Shaking the shock off her face before the man could notice, Elanor quickly latched onto her all too well practised act. Her hands firmly grasping the coin purse that she had just gotten a hold of. “I don't know what you are talking about, sir...” She began, her words uttered in a whispering tone as her emerald-green eyes shyly peeked from underneath a few oak-brown strands of her hair.
“I earned this money by performing... I didn't take anything, and my friend only nicked a few coins. These people can miss it...” The crying voice, head low, and desperately clinging onto something. That was how it always went, and quite frankly it was a very effective act that could fool most who passed by.
“Please, sir, don't sell us out. You can have the money... We'll just stay out in the cold for the night...” With slight reluctance Elanor gently pushed the coin pouch into the man's direction, pouting as her eyes began to blur from forced tears. Inside, she was grinning with glee, a plan had formed in her head. Oh, if only the poor man knew what might await him. Here was hoping he was as easy to fool as the others.
With a weak smile, the halfling shifted her head to her dragon companion, the creature slowly flying towards his friend before landing on her left shoulder. “Maybe, if we're lucky, some of the taverns may have ditched a few leftovers in the back-alley.” The golden dragon snuggled with Elanor's right hand, who had been scratching the young dragon's chin.
And with a single flick of her hand, the sack of coins landed onto the cobblestone road, its former owner turning back to the strange man once more, uttering a few words before turning around to exit the scene.
A rather tall, taller than the average human, cloaked man stood in front of the tiny little halfling. 'Twas... Shocking to say the least, the unpleasantly surprised expression on the woman's face emphasizing her first thoughts on the giant male, who didn't seem to notice her reaction as he simply rambled on and on about... Whatever.
The only words that Elanor could comprehend were 'Thief' and something to do with the mystery man being a merchant of some description.
Ooohh...! How she hated these blokes, always sticking their filthy noses in other peoples business. Still here? Didn't he have something better to do than to disturb an insignificant entertainer?
Shaking the shock off her face before the man could notice, Elanor quickly latched onto her all too well practised act. Her hands firmly grasping the coin purse that she had just gotten a hold of. “I don't know what you are talking about, sir...” She began, her words uttered in a whispering tone as her emerald-green eyes shyly peeked from underneath a few oak-brown strands of her hair.
“I earned this money by performing... I didn't take anything, and my friend only nicked a few coins. These people can miss it...” The crying voice, head low, and desperately clinging onto something. That was how it always went, and quite frankly it was a very effective act that could fool most who passed by.
“Please, sir, don't sell us out. You can have the money... We'll just stay out in the cold for the night...” With slight reluctance Elanor gently pushed the coin pouch into the man's direction, pouting as her eyes began to blur from forced tears. Inside, she was grinning with glee, a plan had formed in her head. Oh, if only the poor man knew what might await him. Here was hoping he was as easy to fool as the others.
With a weak smile, the halfling shifted her head to her dragon companion, the creature slowly flying towards his friend before landing on her left shoulder. “Maybe, if we're lucky, some of the taverns may have ditched a few leftovers in the back-alley.” The golden dragon snuggled with Elanor's right hand, who had been scratching the young dragon's chin.
And with a single flick of her hand, the sack of coins landed onto the cobblestone road, its former owner turning back to the strange man once more, uttering a few words before turning around to exit the scene.