All Too Familiar (Closed)

Quinn was just about ready to throw the towel in. The man's insults, despite being completely understandable, were insufferable and she did not have the time to stand here and listen to such things. She knew how the assassin worked, or how assassins worked in general, but Talon certainly wasn't acting like one. She still hadn't felt the breath of steel slicing over her skin, or knives - Quinn winced - into her flesh. In fact, apart from his bite, Talon was being rather... not himself.

More so when he actually answered with a proper response. The ranger was taken aback, the way the man spoke made it seem like he knew exactly what he wanted (and he did) and he did not care if everyone knew (as he had said). She heard them and she understood, but for a split second, Quinn smiled and it wasn't venomous or mocking. Valor tilted his head curiously, his beak brushing against her cheek.

And she could not help but laugh. "My home? Nobody thinks anything of the dirt and trees that make up my home," Quinn waved her hand; she knew that this strange brashness was coming from the fact that she had not just been outright rejected and that she wouldn't have to find her own way into a city that would kill her on site. Or maybe it was the drowsiness talking, for a sudden exhaustion had passed through her body and lingered like a shadow.

"I know what you mean," she continued, as if she had never said anything strange. "I don't know what business you have with Sir Crownguard," Quinn almost grimaced in distaste for using that title, "But I don't think he would be happy to see you. Especially not Pr-- King Jarvan." The ranger swallowed then, her tone going flat and her face smoothed out into one of blank expression. Don't let them see. "I can get you in, but I'd like to know what you're going to do. Or say." She stared at the assassin, the fire that once was flickering low in her amber eyes, "Just so I know what tell people when they want to know.