<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">The words were out of Cia's mouth before she could control them, her brow furrowing, <strong>"That's quite a simplistic existence, isn't it?"</strong> And it didn't mesh well with the tales she'd been told. To her, those that lived on the land lived a life of debauchery and adventure. If humans and the such were all <em>horrible</em> people, she could possibly convince herself that what she had done hadn't been quite so bad. So no, she didn't like his answer one bit. <br/><br/>But her gaze caught the glimmer of the gold and her attention was invariably drawn to it as it was set down on the table and the barkeep whisked it away. Such a pretty, shiny color, she was distracted several moments before she shook her head and brought her attention back to Draven. She wasn't avaricious person, but just the simple fact that they were coins pulled at her with the weight of memory, <strong>"Those are like what line the bottom of parts of my river,"</strong> she murmured with a small shake of her head. <br/><br/>Now wasn't the time for such petty escapes into the past she could not return to quite yet, she decided. Draven's calm and cool nature unnerved her, making her spill words and secrets that a more forward person would have never have heard from her mouth. She knew she had to be more careful. Shifting in her seat, stared at the man again, <strong>"How can you <em>drink</em> that stuff?"</strong> She almost sounded exasperated and really...she wanted to see if she could throw him off balance, if just a little by her change of topic. She didn't like that he was more composed than she.</span></span>