A Promise Made

[midlands_hero]

It's been a couple hours since Richard and Denna have had their talk down in the bar proper. He's done exactly what he said he was going to do, thought seriously about the promise that she wanted. It was something that couldn't be given lightly. Not with what is always going on in their world

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[pain_unites]

She opens the door, probably wearing less than he'd expected. She'd been getting ready for bed; polishing up the leathers with this fancy leather polish. She likes it...it keeps everything from cracking.

She takes a step backward from the door, allowing him to enter, as she goes to sit back down on her bed.

"I welcome you, Lord Rahl."

[midlands_hero]

To say Richard doesn't blink at her state of dress would be a lie. He does. But the surprise of it doesn't last long. He's seen her in less and while he's always appreciative of the view, he's on a mission at the moment.

He steps into the room, closing the door behind him before he moves to stand in front of her. "Thank you, Denna." His head tilts, almost a bow of his head but not quite. "I think I have something you want to hear if I'm not interrupting."

[pain_unites]

She doesn't even give him a smirk; she just sits, serenely on the bed.

"I have time for you, of course, Lord Rahl," she said, putting the leather aside. "Please, come in; make yourself comfortable."

[midlands_hero]

Not that he doesn't appreciate the respect that his title gives him, her using it when it's just the two of them has him feeling she's not happy with him. That it's not exactly respect that causes her to use it at this moment.

He moves to sit on the bed next to her, body turned to face her some. Close to where she's sitting, but with enough space between them that even shifting of the bed won't accidentally cause them to touch. "I wanted to promise that I will never take away your abilities you were trained to have." He leaves it at that for the moment, waiting to see how she'll respond.