It truly brought warmth to his home to have her sit on his table with him. Revyn usually went to the Cornerclub for his meals at night, but today he had business to conduct and an a guess to entertain. To be honest, he was doing neither of those things, but merely looking at the woman who sat across from him and spoke of treasures one could find inside old Nordic places.
Pretty necklaces, and precious stones laid on the table between them, but they weren't the exact jewelry in his mind. Sure, that emerald was quite big, and the art work on one of the rings was exquisite, but none of it could capture his attention as the simple amulet that his friend wore around her own neck.
When he first met her, she dumped the whole of her knapsack on his counter and asked how many health potions she could buy with that. He feared for his shop them, expecting the Imperial woman to be one of Sheogorath's children, and be all but a step away from trashing him and his goods with the hammer she carried on her back. Luckily, it was all a misunderstanding on his part, and she was only a battle worn adventurer with too much loot on her back.
This, of course, was many month ago, and unlike her first visit, her pockets were no longer full with pans and mage robes. She apparently felt more comfortable to explore more profitable ground now that she had an steady source of potions. All the better for him, especially with the White Phial on the better part of the city attracting all potential costumers for that sort of product. But since he always had ingredients to spare an a knack for alchemy, he didn't mind making sure that she always found his stocks full.
"Is the tea to your liking, Lisbeth?" he wasn't used to the tastes of Imperials, and hoped that she wouldn't turn her nose to canis root tea, like Nords usually do.
"Yes! And I had no idea tea could be made from those weird roots." she laughed, shaking her head as if imagining something, making her amulet move around, calling for his attention once more. "I just though about those people who taste their potion ingredients and what it takes for one of them to try and make tea out of it" her laughter echoed in his room once more, and this time he laughed with her.
"Well, I'll have you know that garlic tea works wonder on sore throat" it felt good to know that he could still make women laugh. Apparently, he didn't loose his sense of humor on the sea on his way to Skyrim.
"I guess I'll keep my garlic on my meat, if you don't mind" the laughter died down, but there was still the ghost of a smile on her face. Revyn looked at her amulet, he wouldn't talk about it with her, but he could admire it and pretend that she was coming back home after some mindless exploring, not just coming to do business.
"All in all, I'd much rather you spoke up about my amulet" the tea of his cup sloshed about when he heard that, his hands not really shaking, but trying to put down the cup and cover his face, all at the same time.
"An amulet of Mara, isn't it?" he should have ignored the amulet when he first saw it, it would have been a less embarrassing way to spend the evening. And as Lisbeth choose to set the cards on the table, it would only be fair of him to acknowledge that. "Are you saying you're available?"
"Interested in me, are you?" there was an change in her voice when she said that, almost as if she was mimicking the speech of the Nords. he couldn't resist, even if he still felt a need to hide his face, they were both laughing and talking once more. Revyn was no Nord, neither was she, so he didn't need their traditions and amulets to attract the attention of a woman.
