¬ To steal from her? What—
The pieces of the picture were all coming together; albeit unpleasantly. Crates of objects left deliberately unmarked, a less-than-courteous looking crew, the way this woman spoke— he’d only heard that confidence once before, and it could only mean she was a pirate. Fenris, for one thing, was in no position to explain his situation to her, nor did he want to. Why he’d said that was beyond him; his impulse was going to turn out to be his worst enemy if he didn’t do anything about it.
Another moment wasted just staring blankly at the woman, and he regained his wit; though the same couldn’t be said for his dignity.
It was, essentially, quite the tale— maybe he could lie his way out of it? If he could bluff through the entire story, or even just replace bits and pieces, there was a chance he could make it seem a bit less… Criminalistic. Something told him that she’d know better, though, and that same instinct also left him making a mental note never to try and best her at any game involving cards.
An unwelcome though regarding the explanation of his free passage came to mind— she could easily make a fair bit of money upon selling him back to his former master, or anyone, for that matter. It would be fate’s way of laughing at him in the harshest degree. The Lyrium was worth a fortune, and Maker willing, she’d overlook that fact.
"I’ll tell you, although it’s bound to take up a good chunk of your time."
Ah— there was his way out. She seemed to be an important woman, if her job led her to inspect the cargo. Obviously, one such as herself would have other duties, or so he hoped. If he could just find a way to have her let him off the hook alive, it would be enough. Fenris had not come this far only to be, ever-so-heroically, slain whilst trying to escape a crate of wine.
”Really, it’s not even all that interesting. I’m just your average stowaway.”
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