Percy hardly dares breathe as she looks at him. Someplace behind her pretty face, she's weighing the possibility of demanding more information, he feels certain of it. She'd be right to, he knows - she has a vested interest in making sure his presence doesn't fuck up her future prospects - but he's still grateful she doesn't. It leaves him breathing a little easier, shoulders relaxing slightly.
"I had no intentions of complaining." Not thus far, anyway. They aren't doing anything more criminally inclined than he's comfortable with - though it's become clear over the past few years that he's nowhere near as priggish about petty crime than he might have assumed. "If anything, I'm hoping you'll find nothing but well-paid work that takes you all over Tal'Dorei."
He'll share in the profits, after all, and perhaps he'll pick up word of Ripley again on their travels. How convenient it would be if he could make her suffer without going too far out of his way for it.
As they near the tavern once more, he reaches out to open the door for her. Inside, he's hoping to see the room cleared out, or at least populated by people too drunk to care about their presence one way or another.
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:10 pm (UTC)"I had no intentions of complaining." Not thus far, anyway. They aren't doing anything more criminally inclined than he's comfortable with - though it's become clear over the past few years that he's nowhere near as priggish about petty crime than he might have assumed. "If anything, I'm hoping you'll find nothing but well-paid work that takes you all over Tal'Dorei."
He'll share in the profits, after all, and perhaps he'll pick up word of Ripley again on their travels. How convenient it would be if he could make her suffer without going too far out of his way for it.
As they near the tavern once more, he reaches out to open the door for her. Inside, he's hoping to see the room cleared out, or at least populated by people too drunk to care about their presence one way or another.