They drank to that, the moment taking on a weight that transcended simple alcohol consumption.
Meanwhile, Taeryn had noticed a young woman at the bar—pretty, with blonde hair and an easy smile. He caught her eye, grinned with the confidence that came naturally to him, and within minutes had migrated from their table to a stool beside her.
Jaenor watched with amusement as Taeryn deployed his full arsenal of charm. The lean fighter had always been good with people, able to talk his way into or out of most situations. And judging by how the woman was laughing at whatever he was saying, it was working.
"He's going to get lucky tonight," Rena observed, following Jaenor's gaze.
"He always does."
"Natural talent," Jaenor agreed.
"Or complete shamelessness," Rena countered.
"Either way, it's effective."
