The elf with the long brown hair and green eyes, eyes that had once looked so longingly at her but now only had respect and/or mocking, shrugged. He lifted his clay tankard into his hands and drank. Stare watched a single bead of clear liquid run down his chin.
"She irritates you then?" He asked when he put down the cup.
The simple statement made the kenku growl. "Raevin. More than that. She's ... Obnoxious."
"Didn't he tell her to respect you though?" Raevin said.
"Exactly!"
They were sitting in the mess hall of the Hollow, right in the lowest basement of the Guard House, where at least twenty guards usually sat. They were of various employ, some belonging to the other brothers of the Hollow, not Vitruvion, but they all knew who Raevin and Stare were. Vitruvion, after all, was the last original brother left, one of ten who had begun the Hollow together (though it had been his brainchild). He therefore was both the chairman of the brother council, and also unspoken leader of the whole place. Seeing as the Guard House also belonged to him, the guards recognised Stare and Raevin truly as their superiors, even if they were not paid by the same hands.
Even though Stare six months previous had been one of the approximately twenty five sex slave concubines.
"So ... She probably is just testing waters of your personality. She'd never not obey a request from you," he nodded to his own words.
The kenku blinked and looked in disbelief. "Rae ... That's not ... That isn't ..."
The elf raised an eyebrow, "Has she questioned a request from you?"
Stare paused, trying to think of a time. She frowned when she couldn't think of an exact, direct example. "She's ... Done things I didn't ask for, or rather done it in a different way ..."
The kenku tailed off, unsure. But Raevin seemed to accept it. He smiled and chugged back his beer. "You're fine," he told her. "Mer is fine."
