Nadir-Natesse
Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
Natesse smiled. Generally, she wasn't physically attracted to Orismer but nevertheless did not mind them, as long as they were well-mannered, which this male seemed to be. She thought for a moment about his drink inquiry and realized she knew nothing about the drinks that Rythe prepared. She clasped her hands together and gave the warrior a bright smile to cover the fact that she was clueless on what to tell him.
"Don't you worry yourself, good sir. If you would wait here I will bring you a drink that will very well knock out your memories from every life you've lived!"
She turned to go, but then took a moment to turn back.
"You seem cold, warrior. Feel free to use the fire or my girls to warm those bones.."
She gave him a wink then made her way to the bar. She saw her blonde-haired Nord from eariler and intentionally rubbed her body against his arm as she leaned across the bar.
"Rythe, darling, please mix up your strongest drink for the Orc warrior in the corner there. Oh! But no you-know-what this time, okay? You remember the last orc who came in contact with it..."
She was of course refering to the few drops of skooma that was added to the house's "strongest drink". Not too long ago an Orc warrior came in, had a tankard and nearly killed everyone. That was how the weapons and armor policy got put into place... Rythe nodded and turned away, glad to be out of the awkward, yet strangely satisfying conversation with Jorundr. Natesse turned to him, her eyes sparkling.
"So. Couldn't stay away, could you?"
"Don't you worry yourself, good sir. If you would wait here I will bring you a drink that will very well knock out your memories from every life you've lived!"
She turned to go, but then took a moment to turn back.
"You seem cold, warrior. Feel free to use the fire or my girls to warm those bones.."
She gave him a wink then made her way to the bar. She saw her blonde-haired Nord from eariler and intentionally rubbed her body against his arm as she leaned across the bar.
"Rythe, darling, please mix up your strongest drink for the Orc warrior in the corner there. Oh! But no you-know-what this time, okay? You remember the last orc who came in contact with it..."
She was of course refering to the few drops of skooma that was added to the house's "strongest drink". Not too long ago an Orc warrior came in, had a tankard and nearly killed everyone. That was how the weapons and armor policy got put into place... Rythe nodded and turned away, glad to be out of the awkward, yet strangely satisfying conversation with Jorundr. Natesse turned to him, her eyes sparkling.
"So. Couldn't stay away, could you?"