[ He doesn't reply at first, half-turning on his stool to search for the truth in her expression. But he doesn't know her well enough to read her face... or at least, to read anything other than what she wants him to see.
Still. He can't help but notice that she didn't say anything about the swamp elf.
He turns back to his drink, and his dim reflection in the fly-specked mirror behind the bar. ]
You're probably right.
[ Don't think for a second that's gonna stop him, though. ]
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Still. He can't help but notice that she didn't say anything about the swamp elf.
He turns back to his drink, and his dim reflection in the fly-specked mirror behind the bar. ]
You're probably right.
[ Don't think for a second that's gonna stop him, though. ]