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The female half elf was not in fact, in any hurry to leave this conversation. Instead she listened to what her new friend had to say whilst merely keeping an eye on what was going on about them. It was a trick she had learnt as a result of spending too much time in the taverns of Medonia where she had soon learnt to keep her wits about her. As Odyleon spoke, she picked up on his comment about living in the Imperial quarter and raised her eyebrows. Politicians. She didn't have a great amount of trust for them, but on the other hand, she respected a man with ambition. Just be wary of a silvered tongue, her mother used to say, and Roisin was. She often found that it was exactly this kind of man who was the worst for catching you off guard.
But still, she was still fascinated by the man before her, and thought for a moment before deciding that yes, perhaps she would like to accompany him to his home tomorrow, it would pass some of the day and allow her to wander around feeling slightly less vulnerable, though she wasn't sure quite how handy Odyleon would be in a fight. He didn’t seem the brawling kind, perhaps more the thinking kind, which was fine by her.
“That sounds nice” she said simply, looking at him carefully as he seemed a little hesitant. She hoped it wasn’t a pity offer. Unaccustomed as she was to the ways of the arcane, Roisin didn’t really notice what her new friend was up to, and looked a little confused at his remark about Stephan. After following his eyes however she realised what he was referring to and blushed slightly, she hadn’t meant to be rude.
“That’s not the case” she said hurriedly, not wishing to make more of her acquaintance with Stephan than was actually real “Just a face I wasn’t expecting to see here is all”
She smiled at Odyleon, but was a little unnerved by this new side to him, another thing you could not trust was a man who knew magic that you did not understand.
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