[It's a coy pleasantry. He can't remember the last time he said those words and meant them.]
You as well.
[He fixes the skin back on his belt, and bends to his work. There is no wasted movement to him, his gait rolls like he's used to the world bucking up to meet him beneath his boots. A sailor's walk. He doesn't feel the need to hide it.]
In my experience, the best place to wait out a storm is the local tavern. Have you a mind for a drink?
[He keeps the tone neutral. He's not a man to make advances, but bars yield information and beautiful woman are a convenient distraction. He'll use her to what ends he requires.]
no subject
You as well.
[He fixes the skin back on his belt, and bends to his work. There is no wasted movement to him, his gait rolls like he's used to the world bucking up to meet him beneath his boots. A sailor's walk. He doesn't feel the need to hide it.]
In my experience, the best place to wait out a storm is the local tavern. Have you a mind for a drink?
[He keeps the tone neutral. He's not a man to make advances, but bars yield information and beautiful woman are a convenient distraction. He'll use her to what ends he requires.]