 Vinteren, Erik Vinteren
Erik was going to need another pint if Alexa stayed here long enough. It wasn't that he had any obligation to watch out for her, per-say, but then...wasn't that exactly what he was doing here? He was pleased to see her handle the pickpocket calmly, which was a sign she had matured some since he had taught her that blasting spell. But then she was swivelling on her stool, spotting him, recognising him, which was worse...and marching her way over.
How vonderful. Erik inhaled sharply and downed some of his pint before she fully arrived at his table, and he set it down rather heavily as she called attention to his corner. In front of the whole pub. Really, Cambridge?
"You look vell, Alexa," he returned her greeting as he wiped his ale-soaked mouth on his knuckles. "But vhy are you in this part of vhe Alley?" He wasn't about to let her off that easily. He never felt a need to explain himself and his reasons for being in Moribund's, but a....young erm, lady like her...yes, she needed a reason to be here. |