| Var |
"And what line of work is that, Dragonborn?" Var admitted the rare sight was somewhat aw inspiring, but she refused to ogle, or comment. She'd heard of such creatures, living in her small town, but none had ever been seen within its borders, and little was known of them. Her uncle had claimed he'd met one before, when he was younger, but it was only briefly, and she was never quite sure she had believed him.
Var was fairly confident she already knew what line of work he worked in; she highly doubted he went around killing telepanthers for fun, so he was probably some sort of monster hunter. He didn't look like the vigilante or hero type, so it was likely a paid job. Not from around here, that was obvious by his words, as much as the unusual quiet in the bar. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the group small group of hovering men, too timid to inquire further about the Dragonborn's adventures to bother him. While she waited for his response, she allowed her eyes to wander, burning sharp and bright as she took in her surroundings. There was a certain wariness to her, as if she wasn't used too being around others, and it clung to her frame, mixing with the scent of wild things, and nights beneath the crowns of trees.