Portals

“Dating someone from Dalen? That seems unlikely. Dalen is filled with.... vile individuals. No intelligent woman would go to Dalen for a boy. It is too....Shakesperian. ” The way she spoke of people from Dalen would be the way someone speaks of rats that lived in the sewer. “Why don’t you settle down somewhere and get a normal job. It seems like this one can be low paying at times, and fluctuates too often for any routine to be formulated.” Her hopes remained in Miss Hibiscus. Conwood would feel as though she somehow failed if the girl wound up dead. Not that she had any reason to care, but it was her that first found her in the woods. If she hadn’t been so worried about causing a scene, or being taken to the King, she could have prevented her death. The what-ifs of a situation are never pleasant.

“Don’t get your trousers in a twist.” In a low tone in hopes the Innkeeper wouldn’t here, she leaned forward to Artem, and spoke out the side of her mouth. “It isn’t polite to presume a mouse would have touched this.” Feeling guilty about the lack of compassion she had for the establishment, she put on a cheesy smile and took one more bite. Swallowing it, she lifted her fork up towards Artem, gesturing enjoyment. Putting the fork down and leaning back in the chair, she spoke confidently: “There. Now the hypothetical mouse and I have eaten the perfect amount to sustain us until we reach the city. Speaking of, how opposed are you of portals?”