Cassandra comes in with an empty basket and a pouch full of gold (courtesy of the baskets previous contents). The barkeep gives her a nod and a smile, and she grins back and nods herself. She’s been coming in here fairly regularly since her arrival.
It would be hard to miss how the stranger tries to keep his left hand out of the light, and just as hard to miss the glint of metal when he doesn’t quite manage it. Some sort of prosthetic? Not that it matters, it would stand out just a touch no matter what it was, here. In a world more like her home than she suspects his is. It’s an easy enough fix, however, and she ducks out as quickly as she came in.
Returning a few minutes later, she wends her way over to his table and tosses a pair of gloves on it. “I had to guess at the fit,” she warns. “But I think I managed to get it close enough.” She’s always been able to guess at what would fit someone at not much more than a glance.
Gazin.
It would be hard to miss how the stranger tries to keep his left hand out of the light, and just as hard to miss the glint of metal when he doesn’t quite manage it. Some sort of prosthetic? Not that it matters, it would stand out just a touch no matter what it was, here. In a world more like her home than she suspects his is. It’s an easy enough fix, however, and she ducks out as quickly as she came in.
Returning a few minutes later, she wends her way over to his table and tosses a pair of gloves on it. “I had to guess at the fit,” she warns. “But I think I managed to get it close enough.” She’s always been able to guess at what would fit someone at not much more than a glance.