Eithne laughed when Eragos said sausage wallet. It sounded scandalous coming from his lips. Not that he was some pure heart, but it sounded wrong. The man was too proper to say anything of the sort. Eithne had a colorful vocabulary, but Eragos did not. Which made him saying it more hilarious. She stifled the next laugh with her cigarette and tried to look at Vargis. He'd caught on. She wanted to be called by her name. Good.
"I can normally tell when someone is lying already. Normally. I prefer not to spend my time in the company of Lords and Ladies. Their manipulation knows no bounds." Eithne wiped some ash from her knee and glared at no one. "It's like they'd specifically taught to deceive people. And don't you tell me it's politics. The difference between a Lord and a Thief is one has more money." Eithne took another puff of her cigarette. "Present company currently excluded because you give away your coin too easily. So far." Eithne blew out a large cloud of smoke and tried to picture anyone thinking Fronam as an elf.
An Elf. The man didn't look anything like those overly pretty creatures. Eithne hadn't ever really known an Elf. She'd never been friends with one. They did find their way into the Free Cities, but not the circles she normally kept. Eithne knew far too many humans and one bald dwarf. He was either a dwarf or an entirely too short human. She was sure he was a dwarf. What with a name like Godovich, only Dwarves were named dumb things like that.
She laughed either way. It was a silly thing. Not to mention, Eragos laughing was enough to make her laugh. Such a rare thing had to be joined and encouraged. The man was serious enough for an entire army of men.