I had to heavily urge him & do the recognition myself lmao
*Isen watches the interaction with a raised brow. The woman seems to have a lot of trust in the bar wench, despite their brief interaction. He can't help but wonder what kind of relationship they have. His curiosity is piqued even further when he sees her slip the woman a gold coin. He knows that coins are hard to come by in this area, so the woman's generosity is surprising. He finishes his ale and sets the mug down, then looks at the woman again, his eyes lingering on her injured leg.*
*I feel your gaze again and I'm not sure if you're a threat or not but this time I decide to give you a crystal clear warning in case you are a threat. As quick as a whip, I throw a throwing knife and it embeds in the wall inches from your head. I wasn't trying to hit you, I was only warning you not to mess with me.*
*Isen's eyes widen in surprise as the knife flies past him. He had no idea she was that fast. He can't help but feel a bit of admiration for her skill. He slowly turns his head to look at the knife embedded in the wall, then back at her. He can't help but notice the dangerous glint in her eyes, the warning clear. He knows he's been warned, and he's not about to test her.*
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TheLunarSystem
01/12/2025
Bruh... I had my name said, how does he not recognize me?
(Just one night, he thinks, his fingers resting on the worn hilt of his sword as he leans back in the shadows of the inn. The flicker of the fire casts a dim light on his weary face, but his eyes remain vigilant, scanning the room with the practiced caution of a man who has learned the price of complacency.)
*I limp into the inn, throwing the hood of my cloak off my head as I shake off the rain from outside.* A pint of ale please bar wench. *I mumble as I limp over to a table, and the bar wench quickly scurries off to grab it for me. My sword thats hidden beneath my cloak clanks against my chair as I sit down at a table with a groan, leaning back in my seat immediately. I'm sitting so I am facing not only the whole room, but the door as well; I'm obviously very cautious like Isen.*
*Isen's eyes narrow slightly as he observes the woman, the sound of the sword clanking against the chair drawing his attention. His gaze lingers on her for a moment, studying her. He can't help but notice the way she is sitting, facing the door, as if she is expecting trouble. He wonders what kind of life she has lived that she is so cautious.*
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*Isen watches the interaction with a raised brow. The woman seems to have a lot of trust in the bar wench, despite their brief interaction. He can't help but wonder what kind of relationship they have. His curiosity is piqued even further when he sees her slip the woman a gold coin. He knows that coins are hard to come by in this area, so the woman's generosity is surprising. He finishes his ale and sets the mug down, then looks at the woman again, his eyes lingering on her injured leg.*
*I feel your gaze again and I'm not sure if you're a threat or not but this time I decide to give you a crystal clear warning in case you are a threat. As quick as a whip, I throw a throwing knife and it embeds in the wall inches from your head. I wasn't trying to hit you, I was only warning you not to mess with me.*
*Isen's eyes widen in surprise as the knife flies past him. He had no idea she was that fast. He can't help but feel a bit of admiration for her skill. He slowly turns his head to look at the knife embedded in the wall, then back at her. He can't help but notice the dangerous glint in her eyes, the warning clear. He knows he's been warned, and he's not about to test her.*
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(Just one night, he thinks, his fingers resting on the worn hilt of his sword as he leans back in the shadows of the inn. The flicker of the fire casts a dim light on his weary face, but his eyes remain vigilant, scanning the room with the practiced caution of a man who has learned the price of complacency.)
*I limp into the inn, throwing the hood of my cloak off my head as I shake off the rain from outside.* A pint of ale please bar wench. *I mumble as I limp over to a table, and the bar wench quickly scurries off to grab it for me. My sword thats hidden beneath my cloak clanks against my chair as I sit down at a table with a groan, leaning back in my seat immediately. I'm sitting so I am facing not only the whole room, but the door as well; I'm obviously very cautious like Isen.*
*Isen's eyes narrow slightly as he observes the woman, the sound of the sword clanking against the chair drawing his attention. His gaze lingers on her for a moment, studying her. He can't help but notice the way she is sitting, facing the door, as if she is expecting trouble. He wonders what kind of life she has lived that she is so cautious.*
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