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The mercenary would only narrowly avoid the desire to stick her tongue out at the tiefling as he took his eyes off Katarina to briefly glance her way. She couldn't even really tell what spawned the desire. Ditte had no real wish to get involved in old bad blood between people who she'd only barely met. If the man caused trouble for Katarina she would, of course, intervene on the latter's behalf because protecting the explorer fell under the list of her contractual obligations, but that didn't mean she was interested in starting fights that might not be necessary just to taunt a double crosser. She supposed she was just feeling particularly smug after her performance in the race and some of it was simply bubbling out in unexpected places.
"Ah. What fortuitous timing," Ditte would remark when the Tymoran priestess arrived to take them somewhere more private. Being the perfect example of nobility and chivalry that she so clearly was, Ditte made a small motion with her arms, wordlessly gesturing for Katarina to go first. She would fall in line behind the other women, yawning and folding her hands behind her head once more as she walked with them to the upstairs alcove. And once there Ditte would allow the other woman to sit first before unceremoniously plopping into her own seat beside Katarina.
She would spare a brief glance toward her coming opponents: four humans, a dwarf, a furball, and a pigeon. Normally she'd have been more studious about all this but there wasn't really enough time before the race to learn about each racer and prepare for them by surveillance alone, so she quickly gave up on that and instead paid her second glances only toward the women--including the tabaxi. The human in black was a particularly fine sight in the mercenary's opinion, though Ditte kept her admiration brief in an attempt to avoid making her companion suspicious of her motives. After all, Ditte was a prim and proper lady. She was not, however, a Lady, a fact of which she informed the serving boy when he addressed her as such.
"Lady Brightwood probably lives on her round arse in a castle having all her needs attended to by the hands of others," she remarked with a grin. "Unfortunately I am not Lady Brightwood but am instead Ditte, who has never experienced such luxuries. Though I will, of course, accept a free drink anyway." But despite her words, the mercenary gently patted the boy on the shoulder after Katarina's cup was set on the table, stopping him from presenting the mercenary's own drink. "On second thought, carrying drinks and messages for nobles seems like thirsty work. I think you should go ahead and enjoy my cup in my place. If someone gives you trouble, just tell them I said that it was a gift from those nobles to me to you."
The mercenary offered a reassuring smile, even though she suspected there was a possibility that she might be passing on a drugged cup to the boy. The business with her companion's tiefling voyeur had Ditte feeling even more paranoid than usual, far too much so to accept even a free drink from a stranger, especially so close to a drawing which his hobgoblin lackey could take part in if the mercenary were to be indisposed for some reason. She briefly considered saying something to Katarina about the possibility, but probably best not to voice her suspicions aloud where others could hear them. Even on the off chance that there was something other than juice in their cups, Ditte doubted that it would be outright poison.
Besides, there was a much more enjoyable way to keep her companion from drinking too much at a time: continuing to tease her. As soon as the serving boy was gone, Ditte would continue her increasingly favored pastime. "I must admit, racing giant lizards and having nobles and what have you butter me up isn't quite how I expected to spend the few nights we'll have before we go venturing off into the jungle. To be truthful, I had rather thought I'd try to find some young, lithe native girl looking for an exotic fling to share a bed with for a few nights. There are at least some benefits to being unbound." A small smile played about the mercenary's lips as she turned to face Katarina. She was still on the fence about whether or not to pursue such a thing with their party's navigator. Relationships with comrades could be... messy, to say the least. Ditte was still perfectly free to try to draw more of those cute reactions out of the equally cute woman while she decided though. "How about you? A pretty young lady like you surely has half a dozen suitors wistfully awaiting your return to the north. Or perhaps a lover? You can tell me. My lips will be forever sealed on the matter~"
"Ah. What fortuitous timing," Ditte would remark when the Tymoran priestess arrived to take them somewhere more private. Being the perfect example of nobility and chivalry that she so clearly was, Ditte made a small motion with her arms, wordlessly gesturing for Katarina to go first. She would fall in line behind the other women, yawning and folding her hands behind her head once more as she walked with them to the upstairs alcove. And once there Ditte would allow the other woman to sit first before unceremoniously plopping into her own seat beside Katarina.
She would spare a brief glance toward her coming opponents: four humans, a dwarf, a furball, and a pigeon. Normally she'd have been more studious about all this but there wasn't really enough time before the race to learn about each racer and prepare for them by surveillance alone, so she quickly gave up on that and instead paid her second glances only toward the women--including the tabaxi. The human in black was a particularly fine sight in the mercenary's opinion, though Ditte kept her admiration brief in an attempt to avoid making her companion suspicious of her motives. After all, Ditte was a prim and proper lady. She was not, however, a Lady, a fact of which she informed the serving boy when he addressed her as such.
"Lady Brightwood probably lives on her round arse in a castle having all her needs attended to by the hands of others," she remarked with a grin. "Unfortunately I am not Lady Brightwood but am instead Ditte, who has never experienced such luxuries. Though I will, of course, accept a free drink anyway." But despite her words, the mercenary gently patted the boy on the shoulder after Katarina's cup was set on the table, stopping him from presenting the mercenary's own drink. "On second thought, carrying drinks and messages for nobles seems like thirsty work. I think you should go ahead and enjoy my cup in my place. If someone gives you trouble, just tell them I said that it was a gift from those nobles to me to you."
The mercenary offered a reassuring smile, even though she suspected there was a possibility that she might be passing on a drugged cup to the boy. The business with her companion's tiefling voyeur had Ditte feeling even more paranoid than usual, far too much so to accept even a free drink from a stranger, especially so close to a drawing which his hobgoblin lackey could take part in if the mercenary were to be indisposed for some reason. She briefly considered saying something to Katarina about the possibility, but probably best not to voice her suspicions aloud where others could hear them. Even on the off chance that there was something other than juice in their cups, Ditte doubted that it would be outright poison.
Besides, there was a much more enjoyable way to keep her companion from drinking too much at a time: continuing to tease her. As soon as the serving boy was gone, Ditte would continue her increasingly favored pastime. "I must admit, racing giant lizards and having nobles and what have you butter me up isn't quite how I expected to spend the few nights we'll have before we go venturing off into the jungle. To be truthful, I had rather thought I'd try to find some young, lithe native girl looking for an exotic fling to share a bed with for a few nights. There are at least some benefits to being unbound." A small smile played about the mercenary's lips as she turned to face Katarina. She was still on the fence about whether or not to pursue such a thing with their party's navigator. Relationships with comrades could be... messy, to say the least. Ditte was still perfectly free to try to draw more of those cute reactions out of the equally cute woman while she decided though. "How about you? A pretty young lady like you surely has half a dozen suitors wistfully awaiting your return to the north. Or perhaps a lover? You can tell me. My lips will be forever sealed on the matter~"
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