Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
The number was noted easily with a slight nod of her head. The jargon of Rictor's profession earned a slight quirking of Aspel's brow but then it settled and a low "Mm." slipped out in consideration of the numbers. "Let us certainly hope." There was a pause then, a consideration given to what was going on around them, and the strangeness that this was what brought them together. They had agreed to lunch, shouldn't they speak of what they were respectively doing instead of just tactical maneuvering?
Lifting the glass a toast was offered. "To keeping Emillion in one piece," A hesitation - was this really a bridge she truly desired to cross? - before she continued. "and a prayer to Faram that our personal lives are far less troublesome than our professional." With a smile and a light knock of their glasses if Rictor allowed, Aspel then would move to take a sip, hoping - praying really - she hadn't just overstepped her bounds.