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Re: A Tale of Two Sisters (Blueslime and Takimaru) GMed by Hafnium
After seeing that all of her denarii were accounted for, Meara's shoulders lifted briefly before dropping again, and she wore a relieved expression, as if sighing in relief, but without the sound. Clutching it tightly to her chest, she cradled the pouch as if it were a small kitten, determined to not let it escape her grasp ever again. "Normally I'd not have been so hasty, but to think that he would even attempt to feed us such an outlandish story! Although I most certainly appreciate your level of understanding when it comes to this situation."
Her train of thought was brought to a screeching halt when she saw the ten denarii offered to her, and she looked up at him meekly, a tinge of guilt crossing her heart, as well as her features, before the catgirl wordlessly slipped her hand over his, then drew it back with the coins in her grasp. "Thank you," said Meara, bowing her head deeply and holding them in her enclosed fist, raising it to shoulder level. "But I'm not like this Nabal. I will be sure to repay this, somehow," she added, glancing over to the idiot thief with a look of disdain as he was dragged away.
When Pasha made her statement and referred to her, she replied with a calm nod. "Yes. I can also vouch for my sister's skills in that field--locks and traps are trivial to her. If you need a skilled fighter, I can promise that my services are more than sufficient," stated Meara confidently. Though the both of them also had extensive training as concubines, the thought of leaving another man utterly drained and being exiled from yet another troupe troubled her, and so she managed to avoid bringing up that particular matter. Instead, she awaited the man's explanation of the trial ahead, listening closely to the words that would follow.
After seeing that all of her denarii were accounted for, Meara's shoulders lifted briefly before dropping again, and she wore a relieved expression, as if sighing in relief, but without the sound. Clutching it tightly to her chest, she cradled the pouch as if it were a small kitten, determined to not let it escape her grasp ever again. "Normally I'd not have been so hasty, but to think that he would even attempt to feed us such an outlandish story! Although I most certainly appreciate your level of understanding when it comes to this situation."
Her train of thought was brought to a screeching halt when she saw the ten denarii offered to her, and she looked up at him meekly, a tinge of guilt crossing her heart, as well as her features, before the catgirl wordlessly slipped her hand over his, then drew it back with the coins in her grasp. "Thank you," said Meara, bowing her head deeply and holding them in her enclosed fist, raising it to shoulder level. "But I'm not like this Nabal. I will be sure to repay this, somehow," she added, glancing over to the idiot thief with a look of disdain as he was dragged away.
When Pasha made her statement and referred to her, she replied with a calm nod. "Yes. I can also vouch for my sister's skills in that field--locks and traps are trivial to her. If you need a skilled fighter, I can promise that my services are more than sufficient," stated Meara confidently. Though the both of them also had extensive training as concubines, the thought of leaving another man utterly drained and being exiled from yet another troupe troubled her, and so she managed to avoid bringing up that particular matter. Instead, she awaited the man's explanation of the trial ahead, listening closely to the words that would follow.