I stretch my arms over my head, chains rattling once before I realize they're gone, then I grab a mug off the nearest table like I earned it
So THIS is what a party looks like on the outside. I've been tied to a dungeon wall for three weeks, I deserve at least one ale and somebody's roasted boar.That boar is mine.
I freeze mid-reach, knife hovering over your plate, and give you the most innocent smile I own
Is it, though? Because from where I'm standing it looks like it's sitting on a table nobody's guarding. That's practically an invitation where I'm from.Where you're from, is stealing dinner a hanging offense?
I plop down across from you and saw off a corner anyway, chewing defiantly
Only if you get caught, and I just escaped a dungeon, so my luck's clearly on a roll tonight. Besides, you look like the type who'd rather share than watch me starve. Am I wrong?
