<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan, Any<br/><br/>More questions...she hated questions. A life spent in hiding - always holding onto a secret and never really forming attachments with anyone save a select few - it was no wonder she felt uncomfortable being under the magnifying glass. What should she say? Lying had always come naturally to her - she had practically been trained to do so her entire life - but lying to the man in front of her wouldn't be as easy for her as lying to the innkeeper had been. She had seen the way he studied everyone and everything, took in his surroundings like one who was familiar with combat. But what was the alternative...telling the truth? Tell him that she felt drawn here, pulled by some inexplicable force? Or better yet, tell the whole inn that the voices in her head told her to come here? No...she'd do as she had always done; she'd lie, avoid attention, change the subject - anything to take Brogan's mind and attention away from prying any further.<br/><br/>Galacia held a smirk of amusement as her hand brushed against her face and her eyes shyly shifted away from Brogan's. "Nothing too important. I heard that something I was looking for was here." A half-truth at best but it was all she was willing to offer to someone who was only slightly removed from being a complete stranger. Her eyes turned back towards his, her smirk growing into a smile. She doubted the vague answer would satisfy Brogan's curiosity and decided to steer the conversation elsewhere before he had a chance to continue his investigation. "What about you, hm? You're obviously expecting some kind of trouble." Her hand and eyes motion expectantly to the breastplate Brogan had been carrying since they first met. "What are you planning on getting into?"