❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜ [from quen OR honey. assume they're pals talkin bout gals]
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The paladin gestures a hand, a surrender of agreement to the witch as he chuckles and rests his back against the wood of the bar. He’s grown... accustomed to things like this happening. As much as he likes to consider himself a total treat for the ladies there are certain types that would choose another lady over him without missing a beat. Which is totally fair, there were many folks with many strokes. Wylan could consider himself fortunate (or simple) in that his category of a fine lady was easy to find and typically eager to reciprocate his advances.
This is a little unique though. It’s not often he’s playing wingman for Emke. Maybe this girl is too intimidated to approach on her own? Wylan doesn’t blame them. Everybody has a weakness. Wylan’s is a certain little thief that stole all his money.
“Huhuhu. Let me tell you something. If your trust in a woman depends on how far she can throw you then that gal is a saint. And get this. Insider knowledge here. I hear she’s a great cuddler.”
