Her brow furrows, at the line of questions, and Aeryn allows her eyes to wander slightly. Searching his face, his ears . . . not an elf. Surely not an associate of her family, or a close one. Not here to hunt her down and bring her back. Probably.
Her fingers curl around her staff underneath the table.
"Wherever my family is from is of no concern to you." It's said coolly. "I am here of my own accord; my title or position means nothing in this tavern, and it will do you well to leave it be."
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Date: 2018-04-17 04:38 am (UTC)Her fingers curl around her staff underneath the table.
"Wherever my family is from is of no concern to you." It's said coolly. "I am here of my own accord; my title or position means nothing in this tavern, and it will do you well to leave it be."
Where in the hell is the rest of her party?