“Nothing like wading through someone’s leftovers to find if they’ve shat a diamond.” Serena commented, her voice ever jovial to dance around. The man was nonchalant. Seemed the cool-headed type, but appearances always provoked an image if you could play up the act enough times.
There were seeds of doubt. Losing a ring and dropping it into the nearest sewer were two sides of the same coin, it just meant you had to look on it from the proper side. Not that it was any of her business what this man was doing and for what reason.
It sure beat jumping into the sewers for the time being having someone to talk to. “Not exactly my idea of fun. To each their own, though, right?”
“I’m Serena.” The little pirate piped up, pointing a finger at Ashera. “That’s Blondie, and...” Brown eyes quickly flicked towards the alchemist; lingering for a fair few seconds with that playful gleam. “And this one’s our jolly redhead, Raven.” A smirk grew on her face. “The mask gives it away, I think.”
A little owl gave an inquiring ‘Hoot’. “Oh, and this fellow is Wilthro.”
Tall fellow, wasn’t he? Her jaw didn’t quite drop that far, but the pirate was willing to admit that having grown accustomed to everyone being several inches taller than yourself didn’t quite prepare her for this looming giant. Right, she should probably stop staring now.
“He’s not the type to wring necks.” The pirate flashed the man a toothy grin. “Don’t think he can reach them.” Of course a certain partner could always accommodate that particular need, and a dwarf wouldn’t even have to balance on a chair for it to work. But such thoughts were left far from Serena’s conscience when the people in question weren’t around to complain or glare menacingly with knives hidden behind their backs.
Not that she seemed to care much for that.
“I’d rather clob ‘m on the head with a mallet, less chance of setting alarms off.” She pondered for a moment. “But breaking bones works fine too. You look strong enough to manage that.”