@freckleborn
Being for hire meant that Worick and his partner took on just about any job. There were a few exceptions that he wouldn’t take a contract for, but for the most part Benriya was pretty reliable. He fit in at these sort of events far better than Nic ever would and it was kind of interesting playing the role of arm candy. An exiled Tenebrae noble, acting as an Insomnia noble’s bodyguard. Wasn’t that a kicker? Not that anyone knew who he was after he’d changed his name and lost an eye.
He held a glass of wine in one hand and leaned against a pillar as he surveyed the room. His contract was to one side, surrounded by her trusted friends. Worick had done the song and dance and introduced himself, charming her companions before he excused himself. He was only expected to let her hang on his arm into the door and out, in between he was fair game to do whatever he wanted.
Let’s see... Ah, there was the prince, caught up in what looked to be an enthralling conversation. The king had been stolen away by his adviser for some matter or another, not that Worick had much to do with either of them.
Oh. Who was that? Worick gave a last look to his charge before stepping forward to gently lay a hand on the shoulder of someone who looked rather put out. A face that looked like it was used to smiling shouldn’t be so upset. He gave the young man one of his charming grins and returned his hand to his own space.
“You don’t seem like you’re enjoying the party,” he commented.
