"You're good looking. And you've got witty humor. And the people in this tavern are nothing less than obnoxious, and I figured to come sit next to you and pretend we know each other to avoid conversation with them entirely."
Marcurio chuckled after he sipped his drink, “Not a people person, are you?”
"No, no!" Eliza replied in a bit of a protest; a warm smile forcing her cheeks to slowly rise on her expression. "I'm a people person. Just not a these people person, you know? Racist nords? Not my thing."






















