"I say.. It all depends on - what- you're smoking. Can i have a drag of that?" The armored man nodded towards her cigar. / the-sheathed-axe
“Fortunately for you my armor-clad gentleman, I only smoke the high quality “ with a soft chuckle she pulls out a cigarette box from her coat, opens it, and offers him to take one if he wishes. Having a closer look at his stature and the outfit he works she had few ideas to which faction he might have belonged. Still, one good thing was that isn't the annoying type for now.
“You are not a Bilgerat are you? Where do you hail from darling?”












