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[So, let's say this is the day before we all get hired as adventurers and hit on by bards.

Which is to say, it's a fairly normal evening wherein Shirin has killed something for dinner and brought it back to wherever they're sleeping, even if that somewhere is an inn, because habits die hard. Surely bothering the surly elf will just get you some rabbit stew and not an arrow in the knee?]

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I know it does not, and I was not assuming you were a commoner. I was assuming you weren't a crown princess of some stripe, which feels like a safe assumption.

No, but the fifty of them do tend to run around in disguise in odd places. Like bars full of soldiers who tend to generally tend to be against the idea of conquering the human lands and subjugating.

Gets more people in to trouble that way, I swear.

[Shirin that was very strangely specific.]

Of course. Well, this has been... enlightening, but I believe I am ready to retire for the evening.

[Someone might be in an extra-sulky mood now.]

...[Sighing.] Before you go, one thing...Well, two things.

Baṛa kibhābē tārā cakamaka ujjbala dēkhatē pārē nā.

[Dropping cryptic shit in Elvish doesn't help anyone when you don't think he speaks it, Shirin--]

I have...been among soldiers for most of the last hundred years. For those who despaired, human or elf, better they be angry, and want to prove me wrong, than despairing and demoralized. Could be it's why I wasn't ever given command, it's true.

But it worked there...I suppose it's just easy, to go back to familiar solutions, even when they don't apply.

[...and that's probably the closest he's ever heard her come to an apology. Before she just. Walks back off towards the outskirts of town?]

[He does pause and consider this, and then, well. He's off to find where in the hell she is going when there was a perfectly good inn the opposite direction I mean seriously.]

[...She's headed for the treeline.

She can't seriously mean to sleep in a tree inste--OF COURSE SHE FUCKING COULD.]

...You realize it is well within my personal stipend to pay for a room at the inn for you, yes?

[He is far from understanding this notion but is amused by it.]

I could pay for it myself, too, I'm not sure what you're getting at?

[Okay, she's slept in inns before, it's been documented, so maybe not a totally feral thing?]

Then, beg pardon, why are you heading out into the woods?

Because, Konstantin, we are about two weeks from the nearest elf outpost and I am, in all likelihood, the first elf any of these people have ever seen. I have been stalked since we walked into this town by everyone from very bad scouts from what I assume was the local thieve's guild to small children, and frankly, I'm not going to get even what little sleep I need inside city limits.

No one here is even capable of killing you, and they're unlikely to try. Go find whatever inn suits your fancy

...I would be more at ease if you were to come with me. I think that staying nearby would likewise grant you some peace of mind.

I will take the floor if you would prefer the bed.

[In soviet elfland, ward protects you?

[Actually smiling when you do that is cheating!]

...Oh, now you're in a better mood? [Puffing out a cheek, but dropping back out of the tree after a moment.] I won't have peace of mind until we're out of this town, but I don't think I'm going to win this argument either way.

It is a bit more difficult to take my chiding harshly when I imagine you delivering it from a tree, yes.

[He sighs.]

And no, I won't broke any argument on the matter. Besides, if soemthing were to happen, I would rather we be close.

City-born brat. Show the poor tree a little more respect, would you?

[There isn't much heat to that, though, and she shrugs.] I'm not going to fight you on this. But you'll have to pick somewhere.

A city-born brat, am I? Fine, then, why not play the part?

[He will walk back into town and he will pick the most expensive goddamn inn he can find, then, and spare no expense on the room if she is going to be like that.]

...So making fun of me's what puts you in a good mood, finally.

[SHE IS UNSURE HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT THIS. Also, true to her observations earlier, everyone is incredibly flustered and agape at the Real Live Elf in their fancy in.]

I don't think I own nice enough clothes for a place like this.

Therein lies the hilarious part; when you can afford this sort of dalliance, you no longer care.

[GIVE ME THE FANCIEST ROOM I AM THE PRINCE. D:<<]

[Yes let's enjoy the entire staff getting the entirely wrong idea why the prince is taking an elf to his inn room. Keys are handed over, people are shown to incredibly ostentatious rooms, the entire staff seems flustered and kind of tittery.]

...I think they think you've got another kind of dalliance in mind, Princey. Don't care about that, either?

I've little reason to. They speak of my father's work with the elven kingdoms much the same way, it is something that you learn to ignore.

[He does not care in the slightest, in the other words. And now... now he can get rid of these knee-high boots and this heavy coat so the world is a little better.]

Just thought I'd check. [Well, if he's getting rid of heavy, constrictive clothing, so is she.

The fact she wears what's essentially a semi-transparent sports bra and bootyshorts when she's out of armor makes perfect sense for someone from the more arid regions of the Elflands, but may still be faintly alarming.]

You don't actually have to take the floor, you know. Honestly, with all the cushions in here I may be able to make a second bed.

I insist, though, that the lady should take the bed.

[His eyes did widen for a moment but being mostly dead means he is relatively pale and blood doesn't flow much unless he wants it to, so he's not blushing. He will, on the other hand, be shedding his own shirt and working on that tight pair of pants.]

Well, I'm not a lady, by any traditional measure, so there's no problem there~

[...She may have actually stopped to watch him strip. :3]

[He'll stop for a moment, when he realizes that she's watching him, and that gets him to blush.]

So I am seeing!

[Laughing!]

Oh, don't you fret for your virtue. You'd have to be interested to be in any danger from me.

It is not my virtue, I have a fair experience in that regard... I'm just not used to someone staring so openly.

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