Thoughts

Winifred cocked her head and looked over her shoulder at Artem. "Either they don't have a sense of humor, or your humor is a tad outspoken." She offered a slight smile in the efforts of making the mood light. Feeling the tension rise in the room killed the heavy buzz she had accumulated. Her breathing was heavier than normal, her thoughts traveling to those impure when watching Artem eye the sword.

Dedicating half of her attention to providing an answer to Gular, and the other half to enjoying the attractive nature that was Artem, she spoke slow. "My father? No he was no direct customer. He was well acquainted through the Queen that resides in Kobrorus. I'm not sure of the extent that you provided for Queen Marpesia. But my fathers name is, was, I assume he's still living, Aiden Conwood. His wife's name is Margaret Conwood." She said the names with a sigh after each one, a sense of meloncholy taking over.

Her eyes scanned over Artem, imagining what he will look like in clothes that are made for him. She wondered if she got to watch him get measured, half naked. Realizing her stare, she cleared her throat and dropped her eyes- turning to look up to Gular. "Well I can't wait. I am excited to see his work. I am excited to wear his work, more than anything." Giggling up towards him, she walked over to the papers that were being drawn up for them.

"So what is in this for you? If we were to be tortured, there is no way for us to withhold the truth. We are talking about disobeying the laws of Queen Thalia." Her eyes looked up to meet Isai's. "I guess you must be incredibly confident with your work. In which, I am incredibly thankful, of course."