Ashelia Riot: Strange to see a familiar face here. Alaire Daerev: Oh very strange, I would think. Crimson Bull returning with a cup of tea and nudges Ashelia Riot. Crimson Bull: It's hot, be careful. Ashelia Riot accepts the tea with a grateful nod. Ashelia Riot: Ser Daerev - Crimson Bull. A Riskbreaker. Alaire Daerev gives a little nod up to the man, shoulders still hunched forward, bent in a way that looks altogether uncomfortable. Alaire Daerev: Kindly met. Crimson Bull nods back in affirmation. Crimson Bull: Nice to meet you too. Alaire Daerev: Here with a mutual friend of yours - or... is he a friend still, I wonder? Ashelia Riot: I may have lost track. But I'd be happy to abide by whatever he believes. Alaire Daerev: Lost track then? Strange to not know where you stand with the boy - might work it out quickly, I suppose. Not certain what "he believes" either. Ashelia Riot: We're Ala Mhigans. We'll settle it one way or another. Alaire Daerev shrugs at that, still bent forward. Alaire Daerev: And I'm certain that means things coming to heavy blows with blood drawn. Knowing Abeodan I am surprised it hasn't already. Abeodan Silverbrand turns back from the bar with a bowl of pudding, and a second bowl of artichoke hearts; combined with his grip on the cane and the hot chocolate he'd had, it's getting a bit hard to hold it all. Abeodan Silverbrand stops dead of course when he notices the two Riskbreakers talking to Alaire Daerev, and despite the occupation of stuff in his hands, manages to shove an artichoke in his mouth before he'd be expected to say anything. Ashelia Riot: You've changed your hair. Abeodan Silverbrand: Yeah. You know. Run a business, now. Can't run a business shit hair, tangles and. Abeodan Silverbrand's hair, of course, is still tangled, the dye run out - but at the very least, the split ends have been chopped clean. Abeodan Silverbrand looks the woman up and down, most pointedly at her own, shorter hair, grinning for the first time tonight. Abeodan Silverbrand: Kettle black, right? Ashelia Riot actually blushes a little at that, and she realizes just how long it's been since she's seen him; then again, it's a sign of her relationship with him - tumultuous though it is - that she responds point-blank. Ashelia Riot: That would have been the Garleans. Abeodan Silverbrand nods, another long pause of another artichoke in his mouth. Abeodan Silverbrand: Heard you did that. Heard still doing stuff. Part of, uhh... Work... statework. Government? Abeodan Silverbrand nods again. Abeodan Silverbrand: Yeah so far as "come to blows," don't know, you too official and busy now get beat up on? Crimson Bull frowns at that statement, tensing his fists. Ashelia Riot beams - or, rather, simpers - in a wholly terrifying expression. Ashelia Riot: Perhaps so. Alaire Daerev gives a heavy breath of laughter. Alaire Daerev: Quickly to it then, would seem like. Might wish to finish your food first before punching things out in the city centre. Crimson Bull drinks his tea, almost finishing it in one long sip. Abeodan Silverbrand grins back with a mouth full of sharpened teeth. Abeodan Silverbrand: Not in here, fuckin'... Ishgard fight. But you know, Ashe, silence more a "I'm sort of scared to say I only got arms for working papers, now," ain't a "yes," "no." Ashelia Riot: Well, it's been lovely. And I hope we'll have the means to reconnect again soon. In Ala Mhigo... or under it. Ashelia Riot: A pleasure, Alaire. As always. Abeodan Silverbrand calls after her as she and Crimson Bull depart. Abeodan Silverbrand: Keep some metal on your skin! Don't really remember stabbing running well for you first time over. Yeah!
