Closed Conflicting Views (Orion)

[Ana Sol Starris]

His words were in a sense, under water, but not bottom deep so she still heard what Orion was saying but couldn't focus on them. Instead her ears were honing in on a nearby table with two older men, both had swords at their sides, and each looked like they were in shape.. Despite what their age appeared to be. They were talking about weapons, and training, none of it seemed to be very interesting at first or at least not until the word 'squire' was mentioned. Ana didn't know what a squire was, or what they did, but one thing she did know for certain that there were two types of people in this city. Knights, and the commonfolk. The former carryed weapons and wore armor, the latter did not, it was not a hard trend to spot.

This... This place is a death trap... What am I going to do... They wear swords, but no armor, are they mercs? But why would mercs eat here... This place is too expensive for their kind. Too... Not common folk friendly.

Are... Knights filthy rich?

Orion's voice broke through the thick barrier of her attention span, whispering, his words spoke a threat without ever making the threat clear in his choice of words, and it sent a chill down her spine. Her attention returned back to Orion, nodding her head in agreement with a pale face, and cheeks tinged green, feeling as if she were about to be sick right then and there. There was nothing to give though, she hadn't aten anything that day, and hopefully that would be a good thing in this situation.
Okay... Okay... Calm down... I need to assess the situation... Assume they are all knights in disguise, this is a trap, a very elaborate one and its just waiting to be sprung with the wrong trigger. Ana swallowed the saliva that built up in her mouth, there were so many heavenly smells around her, and they were making her stomach do flippity flops. Or was it bouncing around because of all the armed individuals?

"I'm sure I will." Ana almost sneered at Orion's smile but she held it back, returning a grimace instead for the smile he directed at her. How was she going to eat five courses in one sitting? Yeah, she'd probably never get to eat that much food in one sitting again, but was her stomach big enough to fit all of that?
"Is... Is there another reason why you brou-" her question was cut off when he called over a waiter, and instead all she could do was stare dumbfoundedly at both him and the waiter. Ana opened her mouth, once, twice, trying to formulate the words as her train of thought was thrown off course once more. "Er... J...Just water, please. Alcohol and I don't agree very well.. Er.. Badly.."

Her eyes flicked between the two, feeling extremely conscience of her appearence now, everything about this place spoke of wealth and here she was in commoner clothing, with a patchy shirt. Again, she started to wish she had brought the purple jacket just to look a little classier, but then again... Maybe it was for the best that she hadn't. What was she going to do? She looked down to the table cloth, fiddling with the elegant fabric's embroiderment, once or twice she flicked her eyes left and right, trying to understand just how many 'knights' there were in this place.
I need to look behind myself as well...Excuse... Excuse...? Ana straightened a little and began fidgetting in her seat, holding onto her seat, and then twisting her body to each side to get an idea of what was behind her. More 'knights'.

To Orion it might have looked like she was working out some kinks in her back, but he prooved to be more intelligent than his appearence, and actions, had let on, so she could only assume that he wouldn't fall for that farce.
"So..." Ana started after a long pause, looking back towards him "...what now?"

[Orion Michaels]

"She'll have a glass of wine, of course," Orion quickly corrected, nodding up at the server. He'd continue to establish again and again just who was in charge here. It was a dangerous game, one the squire wasn't entirely comfortable playing, but considering he should have arrested her on the spot, it's something he had to do. Starris was a threat, but surrounded by knights, she'd be unable to do anything of any magnitude. She was in his control.

Still, despite having the upper hand, his nerves were on edge. The White Swan was supposed to be a place he could relax. Instead he'd brought someone who knew of his time in Sunberth. He'd done horrible things, swallowed up in the hate and chaos which made up the city. He'd lost his own innocence while ruining it for others. He was wicked. He'd wanted to forget it. It seemed that she didn't remember things completely, but still, the memory must have remained.

"Don't you know how to enjoy yourself?" He tilted his head to the side, the smile fading from his lips. "It's only a couple of friends here. No need to be so uptight." It couldn't be further from the truth. She was no friend. She wasn't an acquaintance. She was nothing but a danger. One that had to be dealt with expeditiously. He'd find out what she was doing and decide what to do with her then.

"If you don't want to relax and try this lovely meal, fine. But you don't give me any bullshit, Starris. We'll cut to the chase. Why are you here and what do you remember?" His again dropped to its low, throaty growl. He nervously tapped his fingers against the hilt of his weapon, ready to draw it at a provocation which warranted such a reaction. She was still in possession of his coin purse. It would be easy to justify whatever it was he decided to do.

"And keep calm. If you raise a scene, it won't end well for you, I promise. The best you'll get is a trip to The Tank. At worst...I'll let your imagination decide." He was uneven in his tone, not used to being so cruel to people. He was as scared as her, even if he wasn't showing it. They'd have to come to a conclusion on this quickly or he'd lose his resolve.

[Ana Sol Starris]

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“No-!” Ana growled out quietly. There was no time for fun, or relaxing moments, only the harsh reality of life that followed after her every day. “I don’t.”

Twitch, twitch. Her lower eyelid stuttered uncomfortably in the calm atmosphere, clinking glasses, buzzing but quiet chit-chat, and graceful music. Her heart began to race despite it all, her focus on the man in front of her talking without stop. Expression tight, she glared straight into those petching deep blue eyes, the corners of her lips quirking as the tone of his voice switched subtly; a huff of air escaped, a forced sigh. She didn’t know whether she wanted to retort, or not, just simply stare with an increasing intensity that could cut soft butter but no: something he said caught her interest, brought to her attention.

What do I remember? Ana thought, it was such an odd question to be asked. There was really no right or wrong answer, as she had not a clue to what he was interrogating about. She needed more information, but a bluff, a lie could do so much.

It would be a double edged sword; he had caught her, and cornered her. There was no telling how exactly she would act.

“Everything.” She replied, placing her hands gently on the mahogany oak surface’s table cloth, ceasing to fiddle with its intricately embroidered threads; the digits trembled, echoing up her arms to her shoulders while nerves were constantly firing and misfiring between each pulse, each heartbeat. “I’m here, because I am. Does it matter why?”

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