An'Thaya's eyes sparkled with humour. "Only when I ask real nice," she said. She fished out another coffee cup and filled it, then pushed it to the end of the bar. If Galain survived the smell of it was bound to lure him in.
She scrubbed at her face and grabbed a key off the rack, slipping it to Helen. "Here, on the house, just don't tell the blonde elf, okay? He's gorgeous, but cheap as hell."
In all sorts of ways.
"We'll find you some clothing. Mine is probably a bit too... leather and metal for you. But Galain does wonders, he really has a gift with dress design." She probably did have a few dresses that would fit Helen, but her husband had made them and she hated to part with them when he could just as easily tailor make one for the Psi on the spot.
Her stomach growled at that point and the Amazon eyed the kitchen. "I really wish he'd hire a cook."
Need Help? Contact: feedback @ bardicweb.com
All Bardic Web logo images are the exclusive property of Bardic Web Inc. and not to be
reproduced or used for any purpose without written permission. ®2016 Bardic Web