Zoroka narrowed her eyes at him, but not for the reasons one might think. Obnoxious though he may be, she could use another heavy sword-arm. And this one had the smell of the salt sea on him. Hers was a slow crocodile's smile as her eyes dropped and lingered around his groin region before rising slowly to meet his.
"I'm not interested in your... wares. Can you fight?" Her mercury eyes locked on his. The slightest twitch would tell her all she needed to know. Braggarts seldom can.
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