Zork uses his hand as a comb for his hair, "So Emily, why did you leave Durgan's to come to the tavern. Were you looking for something in particular?"
My dear Zork, I am always looking for something. What of you? “Are you content? Are you comfortable? I think not. You have a beautiful stead, but what else do you have young warrior? Why do you sit in a tavern scanning the room? What drives you mighty Zork?” Emily leans in close and looks at Zork with a little smile, “Tell me Zork, are you game for a little excitement?”
Zork is take aback by the sudden questions of Emily almost like an interrogation but her last question intrigues him.
"Well what did you have in my little lady?"
Excellent, one moment my warrior I will be right back. Emily will get up, smile and walk to the table with the two men and the lady.
Zork is now puzzled. What is she up to he wonders as he looks at her walking over to the next table. He says to himself under breath,
'Women, who can understand them?'
Zork looks at Emily now with a straight face. He begins to wonder the purpose for such illogical actions, not that he was logical, but he was never one to willfully intrude on a stranger's space unless he was swinging his weapon with intent.
Sorry, I thought that to be an old acquaintance. Was going to play a game. Must be too long of a day. My eyes are giving out. That was a scary lady. I hope to wield that kind of power someday. What about you Zork? What drives you?