~ doesn’t actually know, and she doesn’t tend to speculate on the matter. “I imagine so, they’ve been talking for some time now.”

“At least it isn’t a murder—“ She can’t help but laugh in turn, at her own terrible joke. The necromancer studies the other briefly before turning her attention to the man he speaks of, “He looks like he can be quite, particular.”

At the mention of Rook, Anya shrugs, partially because she ~

~ The ranks among the Crows always confuses her.

She turns her hazel green eyes over the other carefully, offering a smile, "You're welcome to lean with me if you'd like." At his question she nods, "Waiting on someone yes, though I think their importance is up for debate with the— uh" she pauses looking for the word, "Talons, is that right?" ~

She can't help but laugh, "How'd you know?" Though she knows it's simply her accent, it's hard to miss when everyone else has a much softer one. "The markets here have a larger stock than the ones back home."

~ the balcony of the Diamond while she waited for Rook.