She made it into the bedroom and headed straight for the bed, walking softly across the floor to look in the place where she had seen the key.
She made it back to the main room and just as he got over the counter a curious voice sounded. "Hello?"
He had light brown hair, and was wiping his hands off with a rag, offering her an apologetic smile. "Sorry if I kept you waiting. How can I help you?"
She looked around before laughing a little self-consciously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I'm not from here, actually... I'm just looking around." She gave him a small, shy smile, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. "You do beautiful work."
His smile widened, revealing dimples that fit well on his face, which was quite freckled. He was quite handsome, his eyes a light brown and hair messy but not wildly unkempt. "Thank you. My grandfather taught me everything I know."
She tilted her head, looking around in interest. "Can I ask about that sword?" she said, gesturing at it. "It doesn't seem to fit the rest of your aesthetic. Did you make it?"
He looked back, his head tipped up as he looked at it. "Oh! That. I didn't make that. My family did a long time ago. Hundreds of years in fact. My great grandfather gifted it to me.."
She seemed intrigued before looking down at him with a small smile. "That explains it." She laughed a little, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Have your entire family done blacksmithing?"
She sighed a little wistfully, looking down at the ground for a moment. "The countryside. Out in the middle of nowhere. I came here seeking an adventure, but I don't know if I'm on the right track." She leaned against the counter playfully. "People don't seem particularly warm here."
He leaned against the counter thoughtfully, tilting his head. "I'm not sure why that would be. You seem like a fine lady."
She laughed a little, tilting her head. "Looks can be deceiving," she told him playfully. "I'm actually a criminal on the run."
She may have flushed a bit, but shook her head. “Don’t believe what you see,” she replied. She offered a hand, tilting her head. “I’m June.”
He shook it, his grip firm. Leaning forward on his arms he raised an eyebrow at her. "So who's giving you trouble?"
She sighed a little, giving him a playfully hopeless grin. "Just a general demeanor of distaste," she replied. "Maybe that's just city life."
He tilted his head curiously, giving her a small smile. "I don't suppose you'll be staying in the city long, then.. With all these cold demeanors."
