Westridge Inn. Not a place known for being a gathering of lawful men, despite it's history of being a king's first choice for an inn inside this city half a centuary ago.
In a corner table not secluded from others.
Arcadia shrugged as the man kept questioning her. The sly smile on her face never quite leaving despite the tension the interrogator assumed he put on her.
»You've got some nerve going against him, little miss firetongue. Your inability to cooperate will not be well recieved with my superior.«
Arcadia quietly rolled her eyes. Nikodemos frowned, closing in as he leaned towards her.
»Well? Still not speaking? Afraid?« Perhaps Nikodemos was just not the right man for the job.
The woman swayed on her feet gracefully, her lofty clothes moving after her.
» 'No' «
Her voice was soft and smooth and her expression unchanged, still sporting that oh too vile smirk.
Finally she spoke some more, if only to get Nikodemos off her hind. »You're looking for just some whelp from the gutter. Why.«
»Not just some whelp. Apollonia's spawn,« Nikodemos corrected.
»That terrible woman.« Arcadia's face wetnt coy, caressing her auburn hair behind her pointed ear.
In a corner table not secluded from others.
Arcadia shrugged as the man kept questioning her. The sly smile on her face never quite leaving despite the tension the interrogator assumed he put on her.
»You've got some nerve going against him, little miss firetongue. Your inability to cooperate will not be well recieved with my superior.«
Arcadia quietly rolled her eyes. Nikodemos frowned, closing in as he leaned towards her.
»Well? Still not speaking? Afraid?« Perhaps Nikodemos was just not the right man for the job.
The woman swayed on her feet gracefully, her lofty clothes moving after her.
» 'No' «
Her voice was soft and smooth and her expression unchanged, still sporting that oh too vile smirk.
Finally she spoke some more, if only to get Nikodemos off her hind. »You're looking for just some whelp from the gutter. Why.«
»Not just some whelp. Apollonia's spawn,« Nikodemos corrected.
»That terrible woman.« Arcadia's face wetnt coy, caressing her auburn hair behind her pointed ear.