He hadn’t been guessing? That was somewhat surprising, though given that he had never seen the shortened hair before this point, guessing was probably going to be the only way that he could have found her, but he’d done it like it had been the easiest thing in the world. She supposed it was because of a different skill set, but seriously it couldn’t have possibly been that easily. Demi wrapped arms around him for a moment, squeezing a hug before backing up.
So he’d found a way home, to help in rebuilding and protecting the land he’d grown up in. Not exactly a vacation, but given that he’d been trying to figure out Esthar for a good amount of time, anything could certainly be considered one.
❝ Not quite. I needed a major change, and I didn’t really want to get any more tattoos. So I hacked it off. Had to go to a salon to get it touched up, but I pretty much just took my sword to it. ❞
Wait a second.
❝ If you knew it was me, why did you have to say that you were right? ❞
“You just... lopped it off without even considering seeing a stylist?”
“Geez, why doesn’t that surprise me?”
Laughing, he reached forward to give her head a pat, smoothing over the shortened raven locks a few times. After he’d had enough of fussing with her new style, Roy shot her a grin and a wink.
“Woman’s intuition! Or uh, I think that’s what it’s called. Not that I, the manliest of men, would know. Okay, okay! I lied -- I took a wild guess that it was you from the back. Yes, I had to consider your butt for a bit to verify, but I was right in the end, so isn’t that what matters?”
Or maybe Roy Ophlyte was a psychic. Spooky.
“So what’ve you been up to lately, huh? Still headhunting in Esthar for a living?”








