“No, I am not from Dorne, I congratulate you for your sharp eye, though.” he said with a sarcastic voice. The woman, accepted his ‘peace offering’ and was again, back on her feet. Looking at her, she did not look like your every-day lady, but he supposed that the Dornish definitions of lady-like-activities varied, not sure to what extent though. “Whores, huh? Not surprised, to be fair.” Aegon turned his back and made his way through the small street. The girl had no other path to take in order to avoid him, so he was not terrified by her escaping their conversation, although, Aegon did not held her captive after all.
He heard the whispers around passing travelers and residents, while putting some dust on his outfit and hair, before emerging from the shadows of the street. There he saw it, the Lord who the ‘sneaky’ runner had failed to escape from. It appeared, that the man knew exactly where she fell at, so his angry-like face was nothing surprising to Aegon, when he felt his breath so close to his face, that it was even awkward. The Targaryen made sure to change his voice to a more.. defeated one. “Where is that little bitch? Tell me now!” the lord screamed in his face, while the silver-haired man weaved his next words. “She escaped through some backdoor. She left no traces, but I am sure that if you go even further down, you will catch her. That is if she has not already vanished completely.” While coughing and faking a look of struggle, Aegon made a gesture with his hand, simply showing the direction that he was talking about. The Lord looked him fiercely in the eyes before completely giving up on the lady, which was not visible from the shadows of the streets, leaving him alone in front of the small street.
He turned around once again, to meet the eyes of the foreign woman, approaching her slowly. “How should I call you?”
Loreza shot him a bemused smirk in result of his sarcasm as much as she despised being the brunt of such remarks, she was no less entertained by them. ❝There is certainly no dishonor in being a whore, however. Fucking is a service like any other, one whose demand is a bit higher in Dorne than in other regions of Westeros. That foreign dolt was going to short her and I was certain to throw her the amount to which she was allotted even as I ran.❞ Perhaps, her actions were not as entirely senseless as they often seemed, but it was a matter of little importance to the Dornish bastard.
Hearing the whispers outside of the shack, Loreza backed into the shadows and peered through cracks in the poorly constructed structure. The interaction was mildly impressive as the angry Lord of somewhere foreign an most likely smelly finally digressed to skulking off, knowing he’d been bested. Once they were ride of her pursuer, Loreza left the shadows and studied her new accomplice. ❝I could have handled that, you know.❞ She felt the need to add her own words of confidence before continuing. ❝I am Loreza Sand and yourself?❞ It was odd to see how his hair shined in the light in a rather familiar way.
