Dustfinger raised both his eyebrows in an expression of distaste at her ideas. “You’ve got the wrong man.” He answered, idly striking up a small ball of fire and sparks between his hands and tossing it back and forth as if juggling. “Entertainment is safe, and it brings joy. Fire dances for its own amusement. I would never use fire as a weapon, not ever. And I wouldn’t go risking my neck for anyone I don’t care about either.” At least he was honest about it. He had no business getting involved in other people’s lives.
“Must be nice, having a wolf defending you. Gwin, on the other hand, seems to attack me, rather than defend. He’s an annoying little brute like that. Then again, if there was danger I’d rather he scamper away and look after himself.” How many times had cruel men like Basta turned their knives on him? They surely would have skinned the horned marten years ago if he hadn’t been so quick to escape. Dustfinger was thankful for that. “I suppose I’m the only one protective of the other.”
The thought of any shopkeep being unhappy about an animal only made Dustfinger laugh. “They haven’t stopped me yet.” He replied, as he slung his hand underneath the marten’s belly, lifting him up with care and ignoring the nips he received, just so he could tuck him away back inside his bag. “He comes with me.” Giving her a strange look, he shook his head. “I haven’t agreed to go anywhere with you.” He reminded her, just watching her face. “What makes you think I’m going to cross Lombrica?”
The cloak was pulled free from slender appendages, exposing her dress in full. Its sleeves hung past the slope of her shoulders, exposing her naked clavicle. It revealed the back of her neck, and beyond that, along with the markings that sullied her pallid skin. No woman would have dared to expose so much as a blemish. But, Sarah wore her glyphs with pride, especially due to their true meaning.
Nonchalantly, the maiden tucked her cloak over her arm as the door opened up for her. Waves of curls spilled past her shoulder when she took a look at Dustfinger, but did not allow him to linger on her features for too long. Quickly, the red-haired mystery turned away from him after hearing his words. So this is the kind of man he was, one that not wished for a bit of trouble to cross his path, or perhaps he lacked the desire for adventure.
It was a shame, she was feeling her conversations with Aunduin were rather one-sided as of late; a companion who could indulge her in stories seemed welcoming.
Sarah had paused before entering the shoppe and narrowed her provocative gaze whilst staring forth at the establishment. The smell of baked goods almost distracted her from what she wanted to say! “Dustfinger,” his name came out quiet, a sort of sound that a lover would whisper into the ear of her counterpart, “I wish to purchase your services as just as a guide. I have coin to provide for you, I will handle the meals and if danger arises, you may depart.” Closing her eyes, she tilted her chin to her shoulder before continuing to speak, “But if you do not wish for the coin I am eager to part with, I will leave the offer here at the front of this fine place and we can part ways - I will find another who will lead me to this Black Prince.”
Removing her gloves upon entry, the baker raised his eyes to her from kneading some dough. His smile lit up his face entirely as he beckoned her with a series of hand motions. “M'lady, again this week?” He looked past her shoulder, making sure that her beastly friend had not come in to wreak havoc. Following his gaze, Sarah slowly turned around to look at the doorway.
The sea of green swallowed the light that fell into them as lashes fluttered and a light smile tugged at her soft lips, “Yes, I am not sure what I wish to order yet, it depends on who shall keep my company,” she responded back to the baker.
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