You know, there were stories that Aurin had red when he was a child. Stories of knights in shining armor. Damsels in tall towers. They were wonderful stories, he remembered. There were stories of heroism, dragons, epic conflict. He remembered as well that the women in trouble in stories like that were grateful of the heros that helped them.
Why did it never work like that when he was involved?
He quirked an eyebrow at the dark haired elf. “You’re welcome,” he added with a slight smirk coming to his lips. This always happened to him. Vi had acted the same way when he showed up, though that time it was a case of damsel saving him.
His eyes turned to his blade for a moment as he flicked it to one side to clean it before slamming it back in its sheath. “I think I’m the man that just saved you from six bandits.”, he returned as he crossed his arms across his armored chest and glared right back towards her. He met her own gaze with his own, and his held not a hint of guile in it. “I’m also the one that’s offering to help you get out of here.” he added as he continued to watch the woman.