Sharp ears caught the casual whispers, and large eyes shifted towards the group of two. Narrowing his steady gaze, he studied the little ones that'd approached carefully, but was quick to smile when he realized they were non but the taver-folk come to greet him.
The wan smirk faded quickly as he arched his back a ways from the hunched position he'd gotten used to. Straightening, he half-turned to face the young ladies, a curtain of yellow light pouring over his once-shadowed features. Long fingers curled into fists that disappeared behind the cuffs of his sleeves. Letting out a shiversome sigh, his undivided attention now belonged to those who sought it.
"'Afternoon..." He ventured after the short silence that'd overcome the corner of the tavern. His voice was soft, low as usual. He cocked his head to one side and awaited a reply.
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