Her eyes open then squint at the lamp the sailor held over her head. "Forgive me, I spoke too brashly.“my lady? Please wake up, we are here my lady” a man says to a sleeping girl, softly touching her shoulder and shaking her. "Well, he is a stubborn ass." Casavir spoke before his eyes widened and his cheeks turned a bright red. "I will never understand the hostility between you two." "Casavir," Niamh blinked up at him before smirking in slight amusement. "I've known him for quite some time, and he's almost. ".so domesticated." He finally finished before a small chuckle escaped his lips. Niamh felt herself brace defensively for her husband, expecting an insult from the man. "Niamh, I must say, I've never seen Bishop so." Niamh furrowed her brow and looked around the dining area for Bishop.Ĭasavir joined her in searching the area before he looked to his meal. The owner, Corpulus, came by that moment and deposited their food with a busy smile before moving back to tend the bar. "Mhm." She nodded, taking another generous drink of her wine. I find myself missing home more often than not now." "Are you unwell, milady?" Casavir asked in concern, mistaking her tired tone for illness. I tire of travelling for such petty reasons." "I just hope all of this residual enmity between the holds alleviates soon. Leaning against the table, she let herself relax as the weight of the day's events finally caught up with her. "I'm sure it is." Niamh shrugged, taking a drink of her wine as he tended to his cider. I can only hope that my presence here is more helpful to the Jarl than not." "You already know of the politics in the other holds. "There is nothing much new around here, I'm afraid, mi-Niamh." Casavir spoke, his formal speech loosening up a bit.
"So," she began, "What's new with you, old friend?" She turned to Casavir and placed another touch to his shoulder in a friendly manner. Once seated inside the Winking Skeever, Niamh refrained from rolling her eyes as Bishop headed to the counter without a word. The air lightened around them, and Niamh could see the tension in the taller man's shoulders ease up. "Of course, mil-Niamh." He corrected before they shared a small laugh of amusement. "Casavir, we've known each other for years now. Niamh reached out and placed her hand on his arm, smiling teasingly at him while ignoring the huffs of indignance from Bishop behind them. "Very well, milady, thank you." He replied politely. She hurried her steps and caught up with the dark-haired man. "Stop being an ass." She hissed quietly, hoping the knight ahead wouldn't hear their conversation.īishop merely rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, thankfully refraining from arguing with her. "We know where the damned place is." Bishop murmured lowly beside her before she scowled at him. "Wonderful." Casavir smiled politely before walking ahead of them. Her husband took a second too long to answer and she pinched his back painfully before he hissed and glared at her. However, there was nothing malicious in Casavir's invitation, only a genuine offer, albeit with a bit of hesitancy.īefore Bishop could answer, Niamh grinned gratefully and nodded. Beside her, Niamh felt Bishop stiffen at the offer and didn't have to look up to witness the skeptical and suspicious glance he was no doubt giving his old adversary.
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