Now sitting across from him, Eva subtly raised an eyebrow at the beaming woman before letting her eyes fall back to the man who had his gaze fixed firmly on her. “So, you want me capture some of the bandits that has been going around the town at night. I get that,” she said, her eyes moving from Syllas to the woman and back again. Turning down the urge to clock her tongue at the sight, she too opted to fix her gaze on Syllas. “But I don’t understand why my Lordship would come and see me personally for this,” she questioned, earning a small smirk and nothing more in return.
“Well, I was in the area and thought about the beautiful mage that stole the spotlight on my previous banquet,” he raised his chin with a knowing look directed at her. “I was impressed. I’m sure that this small request is nothing for you,” he stated, not questioned, but stated as Eva fought the urge to glare at the old coot. She remembered how he managed to piss Eva off the last time she went to entertain the guests in his banquet. Seemed like he was going to make it a permanent thing every time they met now.
Sighing inwardly, Eva smiled on the front, putting on a mask that said she was super excited for the job when she could, in reality, care less. “You can trust me to take care of this, sir,” she said and followed Syllas as he got up. He gave her a grin and another one of the blasted knowing looks before he walked, much like a majestic tiger, out the door followed by her still heart-eyed inn owner. He paid Eva no more attention other than a customary nod before entering the horse driven carriage.
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