Aartur the Keeper continues to look back and forth between people, retaining his apologetic grimace. "Ouch... Wha-...?" he mumbles as the Lalafell kicks him in the ankle, hissing up to the Miqo'te, "Well, say something... Something understandable, preferably..."
"Bu-but... she looks mad... What if she yells? I don't want to be yelled at... Ouch!" Aartur says, followed by another kick to the ankle and a stern look from his comrade. Of course, everything the Miqo'te said would be easily heard by everyone at the table. He turns toward the woman, opens his mouth... but no words come out as his voice seems to draw a blank.
"Bu-but... she looks mad... What if she yells? I don't want to be yelled at... Ouch!" Aartur says, followed by another kick to the ankle and a stern look from his comrade. Of course, everything the Miqo'te said would be easily heard by everyone at the table. He turns toward the woman, opens his mouth... but no words come out as his voice seems to draw a blank.
---Eunoia Anbolho---