She tries to stifle her laughter yet, fails to do so. His remark alone causes her to playfully roll her eyes, well this will certainly be entertaining. More so than playing drinking games or entertaining the lot of clientele that pays their weight in hefty sums. A hand rests upon her lap, to the ordinary eye this is nothing more than an exchange of entertainment, something she has grown used to but left so very long ago. Finding her way home has ensnared her back into the age old profession, playing the liar who indulges every whim && dream that so many sought if only for a night.
“Depends on what you would like to know, are you aware that Garleans && liquor do not mix?”
A lethal combination, so she had come to realize. Some took advantage of it, using a loose tongue for coin while she preferred to press on more intricate manners come morning, none would argue as they bared the weight of their shame for having spent the previous night in leisure. “Whatever is said I can assure you will not leave this room nor this district, charm is a weapon after all I advise you be careful with my colleagues”
Painted dolls, that was what they all were grinning on cue or laughing when needed but they manipulated hearts around them to pursue what desire they saw fit. This world, so strange yet foreign provides her little as opposed when there was so much potential, she now used it to deliver information from one sector to another. Doing the right thing, it felt odd but the plight of her homeland forced her to not run, to do what was considered riotous.
Her head tilts as she examines him, he did not fit the role of a confidant but then she supposed, neither did she. “At any rate, it seems our friends in the Empire are still licking their wounds from the recent loss of territory. Although, from I’ve told they are still ramping to attack but desperation is trickling in - as well as in fighting” smoothly, she chuckles keeping appearances as she goes on to explain.
“Ala Mihgo && Doma were strongholds they could not afford to lose, I am afraid of their next route of attack. Have they been acting unusual by any chance?”
⊰ ✧ ⊱ || Is he aware of that ? Oh yes , after traveling with Gaius and his band of merry men , Estinien knows damn well that Garleans and liquor are a terrible combination . Amusing at times , but still terrible nonetheless . So he nods . He sees no reason to grace the question with a verbal response .
Charm ? Bah . It’s not something he’s liable to fall prey to . A few have tried over the years , but the simple fact of the matter is that , even now , he’s still too focused on travel and duties to consider even one night of leisure . Any secrets are safe with him . He can’t be bought with money nor flesh .
A brow lifts at the mention of in-fighting , but he can’t say the news surprises him . So many of the Garleans are still greedy for power , so it makes sense that they’ll fight anyone and anything to achieve it . “ Describe unusual , ” he replies with a wry twist to his lips . “ If there is a usual for Garleans , I’ve yet to see it . The only common traits I see among them are bitterness and a penchant for bloodshed . ” Which is hypocritical coming from him , but oh well .
“ If they’ve any sense , they’ll lick their wounds for a while and focus on replenishing their ranks , ” he adds after a moment . “ From what I saw and heard in the capital , there’s unrest among the ranks . Whether that will amount to anything yet remains to be seen . It makes sense if they’re scrambling to gain power , especially with His Royal Remains to rally behind . There are some among them who have no wish to follow him , assuming they ever did , but others will make themselves known to maintain the fight for the throne . ”
He tilts his head then . Has the news spread this far yet ? “ The former Emperor is dead , by Zenos’s hand . That’s why they’re vying for power now . I’ll assume you have the sense not to spread that news far and wide , if you weren’t already aware of it .”
