Snippet #2472275

“After you.” Beth said as she motioned to the stairs, which were the last things on Flints mind. He'd been fixated on the young blonde boy sense they'd entered into the establishment. From the moment he'd ran up to Beth to the second he'd ran off something about him made Flint smile, he found comfort in the fact that whether he was in the northern or southern kingdom children normally remained the same. Usually they were untouched for the most part of the prejudices that plagued their families.

For a few moments Flint watched as the boy tentatively pushed a poorly cobbled together looking broom across the floor. Probably a family chore forced upon him. Regardless Flint could tell the boys eyes had a hard time staying off of Flint as he swept around the rather well kept establishment. As his chore drew him even closer Flint let a toothy white grin shine beneath his beard. As the boor hesitantly passed by Flint let out a loud “Boo!” in his gruff voice. It seemed like the boy was there one second and gone the next, as at that moment all that lay in front of Flint was a lone broom. The boy had probably ran to his fathers side for protection.

After that Flint returned his attention back to Beth, a fresh grin on his face “No, my fair captor” He slurred the words in insult “I believe I'd prefer a drink first, perhaps a meal even. Come join me if you can withstand the company of a northerner.” And with that he pulled the nearest wooden seat over to himself and sat himself at a table, waiving a muscular arm in the air at the inn keep Beth had been talking to earlier. The woman looked rather unhappy.