Chance at the Tavern

Judyht was turning with her full cup when she stopped abruptly, looking sharply at him. She eyed the cat suspiciously, wondering if she should trust the feline's judgment to be so familiar. She strode over, but didn't sit. She had layers of smell to her, but not like a cook. Underneath there was something unpleasant, something acrid and medicinal. The aromas were incongruous, like she was wearing an elaborate outfit of which none of the pieces matched.

Geswine, following either the approach of the woman or his nose, turned to look to her. "I am Geswine, do you live in Apuldram?" He gestured to the nearby seat as if it were his to give. "

Judyht watched the fire, intending not to notice the offer. She remained standing. "That is the question everywhere isn't it? Where someone is from. Sometimes I wonder if it is as much an invitation to get to know someone as it is to shut them out before one has the chance." She paused a beat, then nodded. "Yes. I do."

Geswine huffed, although in amusement rather than derision. "I've not thought of it that way, but as someone that travels constantly I suppose I'm used to it." He waved a hand about him then, earning him a questioning look from the tabby at his feet. "You've a beautiful town here."

Judyht smirked. "I would say thank you, but it isn't exactly mine." She glanced at him then, giving him a once over before she gave the cat a look that might have said: 'Really?'