❝ Waaaait, where is it you said you're from? ❞ Srenann paused in her examination of the half-orc, honey brown eyes locked specifically on the myriad of weaponry he carried with him. How many options did he need? She had wondered to herself exactly how he managed to fight with such heavy irons strapped to his back like some kind of pack mule, but the more she got out of the grumpy older man, the less she was interested in knowing the answer. He was pretty rough around the edges, more like the kind of people she was used to back home... home. Back at the estate. Maybe he was a criminal, where he was from? ❝ 'Snows'??? As in, like a snowy place...? ❞ She asked, moving to stand in front of him so she could meet his gaze once more. Ever since she'd arrived in this weird 'school' place, she'd taken to finding herself a position of accessibility. Currently, she was volunteering with the student council, looking to earn some brownie points should she be stuck here for long.
❝ ... You know what, nevermind. I don't really care, ❞ Srenann admitted, lowering her shoulders in defeat. Her eyes moved to the weapons again. She huffed and lifted a hand, pointing a judgemental finger vaguely in the direction of his personal armory, ❝ the real questions here are One, why do you have so many weapons? And two, can you not pick one for the day and leave the rest in your assigned room? We've had complaints. ❞
code violation (ft. @soot-and-snow)