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 it 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.
Dustfinger’s eyes moved over the markings on her skin with curiosity. Unlike his horrible scars, her marks almost seemed like an art, and they must be something like letters than meant something. He wasn’t really all that sure, since he couldn’t read anyways. As she turned away, he glanced down at the wolf, wondering what on earth her problem was. Did she really think any strange man would just jump at an opportunity to adventure with her? Especially a man with a wife and two little girls?
What she said next, though, drew his features into a frown. There was nothing more insulting to a strolling player than the offer to sell themselves out for a few silver coins. They all mocked the men and women who sold their talents to the nearest noble or prince, wearing clothes of silk and purses full of silver. So he just made a very unhappy sound in thought, before he waved his hand away. “Look. I can’t just go into the forests with you. I have a family here, and they would not think very kindly of me for doing do.” He did often go off without them, but it was always alone, not with another woman. “Besides, offering me coins to do so is insulting, don’t you know that? I’m not a beggar, and I won’t be bought.”
The furry tail inside the bag twitched a little with interest as they stepped into the shop. Clearly, he could smell the fresh baking bread, and wanted some. Dustfinger had to slip his hand inside the bag and calm him, to keep him from jumping out and stealing something for himself. As he did so, he pretended not to hear her curt response, finding it very rude and manipulative of her to dangle the promise of food before him like he were the beggar he had just told her he was not.
Aunduin, who settled himself on the heated stones of the street, lifted his head up to glance at Dustfinger. Now if only the lupine could speak with a common tongue, he would have filled the man’s ear with words of sympathy. But, all the wolf could only muster was a yawn, for his stomach’s constant complaint quickly casts aside any other thought other than food.
To his words, Sarah said not another sound. Her face didn’t betray the feelings within her, for her fair countenance not once shifted to express sympathy. Emotions, she will wait until her shopping was done to deal with something so bothersome. She was here on business, and when the baker overheard what was going on, he shifted uncomfortably in her presence as she spun to face him again.
His eyes lingered on her stoic visage before shifting his attention to Dustfinger, but it was her voice that reeled him back in. There was no sound of anger, for the sound of her voice was as pleasant as it always had been. It calmed him, to notice how tranquil her features had been, matching the tone she used. “The usual then, I need some black bread,” she brought her fingers to her lips as if in thought, after the slight pause, she commenced, “Oh and some of your delightful biscuits.”
“And for your .. uh..” The man dusted his hands on his apron and tilted his head to look past Sarah’s shoulder, “..friend?” With raised, bushy brows, he gave the man a quick look-over before Sarah’s coin-purse caused a bit of a jangle in her hand. “Right, the usual. Any manchet bread this time?” His voice was hopeful, paired with the joy in his eyes, was directed to Sarah.
She, who in turn nodded once to him, glanced past her shoulder to Dustfinger. Her gaze was a thoughtful one, though she did not share her pondering aloud. “Sure, I will purchase some manchet bread, though give to him, for his family.” Spoken quietly, she started to empty a couple of silvers from her purse, nearly emptying out the already small sack. “Oh,” she started to place a few on the counter, “And some of that cheese bread of yours, my companion likes it best.”
Once the transactions were done, along with any small talk she wanted to get out the way, she had her arm fairly full of items. Anything she had left was for the cheeses and dried meats for her companion. Meeting the gaze of the fire-dancer, she slowly approached him while a hand dove into her sack of bread. The white bread loaf was pulled out and extended to him. “For yourself and your family."
That was all she said. It was no bribe nor did she have any intentions in pushing that idea any further than it had already gone. Sarah’s features lacked the smile of jest, but her eyes softened - this was just the maiden being kind - no other scheme was present. "He has the rest for you.”
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