dance like nobody's watching

"that is a lovely saying" Heloise replied to the dwarven man, pleased that Thoren would not pressure her into revealing anything she did not want. a soft chuckle escaped her lips as he complimented her strength. she didn't know about that, perhaps it was arrogance that drove her lips silent... some would claim a burden would be best shared with another, though the woman had no one to call her own.

he spoke of his home again, and she wondered what it was like. did he miss it? did he want to return soon? Heloise did not want to insult the man and speak of stereotypes - his people had enough of those. "do your people smith, Thoren? or craft things? I have heard dwarven crafts are the best in the world." though if it was a stereotype, albeit a postive one, she prepared herself for his anger. but perhaps she was curious to see if he made anything. she never was one for accessories or armor, but she could see herself getting a weapon or two.