Snippet #2650131

Eilin didn't reply right away. Truth be told, Sverre's sweet-talking demonstration with the barmaid left her cringing slightly. His charming act was growing stale on her. Oh, she remembered it from when she was a child. She used to have many cherished memories of him and her family. Memories that have very suddenly and severely been torn to shreds with the revelation of what he really was.

It was no wonder that the woman suddenly found that she had no more appetite. Leaving a few potato halves and a piece of bread uneaten, she set her fork down before gingerly moving the plate away from her. Sverre still insisted on talking to her as if she was clueless about his intentions.

"Is that why you chose to burn said roof to the ground?" she thought angrily. The words almost left her mouth. Almost... One outburst out of her and he probably wouldn't have to wonder anymore about how she knew his name. For once, though, she managed to hold herself back, instead letting out a quiet, steadying breath. It took all of her willpower to lift her gaze to look at him again when he went on to question her again. His gaze was hard and demanding. If she was honest, she had never seen him look at her this way before and it almost threw her off her guard. She had to force herself to not blink or look away.

"You must remain strong" she reminded herself. It was how she had survived all of this time, after all. She could not falter now. Not when she was so close to her family's killers.

"You've answered nothing," she stated plainly after a moment, keeping her tone of voice even and quiet. Slowly, she leaned forward in her seat, crossing her arms in front of her on the table, and keeping his gaze locked with hers. "You play the others in the village as easily as a lute... Sverre..." She pronounced his name clearly, knowing it would unnerve him to hear it come from her again. "But know that I am immune to your games and disguises. You can fool others, but I see right through you. I know what you are. And I would rather watch the world burn before I would willingly give you want you want."

With that, she sat back again. There was certainly hatered in her voice. But there was something else, hidden deep down behind her gaze. A spark of betrayal. Of year of hurt and pain. Before her façade could crumble, though, a distraction arrived in the form of the barmaid. The young woman sat Sverre's breakfast down on the table and Eilin took the moment to break the stare, looking away. She suddenly wondered if she had said too much. An entirely new feeling for her. One that she escaped from as quickly as she could as she swept up onto her feet and grabbed her spear from where it was leaning against the wall.

"Enjoy your food... Sverre..." she gave him one final verbal jab before leaving him to his breakfast. If he wasn't going to admit to where his pack was camped out, she would go and find them herself. First things first, though... She needed to alert the guards to a possible danger on the village border. That and... clear her head.