Comfortability

Winifred chose to wait until Artem looked back at her to make any movements. Widening her eyes, she kept her lips tight- that was until she heard the Orc’s name. “Gularzob Nugbu?” Falling in line behind Artem, her posture relaxed and she attempted to look up at the Orc to make eye contact. “The blacksmith? Well- that was a stupid question. You must be him, you did make the guard’s armor.” The last portion of her sentence trailed off that could have hardly been heard, but might have been heard nonetheless.

Pausing before giving her name, she watched Artem in attempt to gage his comfortability with the way they were getting in the city. “Winifred Conwood.” It appeared this was the route they were taking, it did bring her ease that they wouldn’t have to pay. Last thing she wanted to do was attempt to pay a guard with money that wasn’t there. She assumed there would be enchantments that would limit her ability. Her pointer finger pulled at the collar of her dress, it now seeming constricting as they got closer to the gate.