More Than Meets The Eye


Keane.jpg Shijan.jpg (NPC'd by Max)

Date: Jan. 27, 2011
Location: Lake shore, EW
Synopsis: After their morning day meal on the shore with Jaya, Keane takes the bodyguard aside to get to know him and see if he's good enough for his adopted daughter.
Rating: PG-13
Logger: Keane

The next day, once Jaya and Keane had breakfasted out on the lake shore as planned with her bodyguard in tow, the old barkeep manages to pull Shijan aside while biding Jaya to go on without them. Jaya looked suspiciously them both, of course, having just remembered that Keane had wanted to speak to Shijan sometime during his stay. She just didn’t expect that day to be today.

“I hope you don’t mind if we talk for a bit,” Keane tells the tall teak-skinned man, settling down on the rock with ease. The whole time while he talked with Jaya, he was studying Shijan as well. It’s odd how quiet he stays the whole time, barely moving much or even appearing to eavesdrop. He did have an unnerving gaze, too, as Indira had mentioned …

As much as Keane had been studying him, so Shijan had been studying the Telgari barkeep, intrigued by the relationship between him and Jaya. So when the older man asks to speak with him, its neither unexpected nor approached with wariness, simply given a silent nod of head as obsidian eyes track Jaya’s departure for a short while and then his hawk-eyed gaze turns back onto Keane. While he settles back down onto the rock, Shijan remains standing, silent for many a long moment that the barkeep might assume him to be mute and then his baritone breaks free, “She is as a daughter to you.” This stated as fact observed and not a query put forth.

If Keane noticed his study of him, it’s not something he would have let on about. He was just as much of an observant man as the bodyguard, so in that the two would have something in common. He regards the other in silence for a moment, Noting how different Shijan was in comparison to the other men he had seen Jaya with up in Telgar before he nods to his words and grunts out, “Gave her shelter when she needed it. Girl was in a bad state when she came up on my bar’s doorstep. Runt became like a daughter to me.” Affectionate words from him, really. Leaning back to see Shijan more, “Met a lot of the men she hung with,” he notes now, hands coming to a fold before him in a show of his distinguished presence – despite the fact that he was sitting. Nodding towards him with his chin, “You don’t seem like the lot. Odd name, even.” A boot tapping, “Where’re ya from?” he asks then.

Pain flickers in and out of Shijan’s eyes though it leaves no mark on his expression when Keane touches on the state Jaya had been in when she’d first found her way to his bar. “Then it is my duty to thank you for taking her in and making her your own,” his ebony head of curls dipping in a sign of deep respect. Hands now move to clasp behind his back in a gesture of relaxed pose, just the faintest trace of a smirk touching to one side of his mouth, “I am not like them.” The former harper replies with agreement even although he’s never met any of the men Jaya’s been with, aside from those at the Weyr of course. Tension builds at the query of his origins, though shows only in the slight straightening of shoulders and he remains silent a long time, gaze turned keenly onto the older man locking eyes with him and leaning his mind toward the other, probing, searching for any sign of ill intent. Finding none, his reply is honest, “The deserts of Igen.”

“It was either that, or watch her filch me of all my wares,” Keane returns on taking the Bitran barkeep in, his wry tone matching his light smirk. “Sounds like you know a bit about her troubles then, hmm?” Nodding to that, “It would be good if you did. If you plan on sticking around long enough.” Shijan admits that he’s not like the others, and there’s a faintly pleased grin at it. “Must be if you haven’t the taste for drink,” he notes, alluding to the fact that he at least knows a little bit about the man. “Ain’t never met a man that doesn’t drink. Jaya says you have your reasons, and you must be something to her if she’s willing to stick around a man that don’t drink like she does.” Shijan gets scrutiny here, regarding that hawk-like gaze before putting out, “Igen,” echoing his answer with a slow nod. Eyes narrowing slightly then, “Are you holdless stock? Renegade-born?” the grilling continues, trying to place the man in comparison to what little he knows. And then, wiping a hand in front of him, “Excuse an old man from the north,” he grunts, his way of being polite even though he’s anything but. “I’m protective of my girls, see. Not everyone takes a Dicori’s fancy for longer than a sevenday, if you know anything about that family, and I do,” a thumb thumps his own chest. “If she’s in love, I just want to know what kind of man you are. Makes me sleep better at night knowing. If you’re true,” and he leans back, stretching out his legs in the pause, “then you might want to know what you’re in for, with her. Her family. Her people.” That being, those she had worked for in the past, and the sort of trouble following her. He could tell the man was different, how laconic he was and lacking the usual arrogance that most men in Jaya’s past tend to carry. Something that agrees with Keane.

Shijan appears amused rather than disapproving off the older man’s first but he makes no comment, simply giving a short nod on knowing about her troubles, not revealing just how much he knows. Coal black eyes tighten a fraction at the corners, “I plan on sticking around for as long as she’ll have me.” Firmly spoken. Its what Keane says next of his not drinking that draws amusement to show openly in a wry curve of mouth, “I drink on occasion. I just don’t drink to excess.” Not about to inform the other man that Jaya barely touches a drink when it’s just the two of them together. The bodyguard stiffens a touch, “My people are neither holdless nor renegades, Sir. Though many might like to believe otherwise.” Not that he has a problem with the holdless or renegades. Far from it. The misconceptions about his people are simply a bit of a touchy subject with the former desert dweller at times. That melts away and the teak-skinned man inclines his head in understanding of the older man’s concerns, however, expression and eyes take on a cold, hard light, “Vaputero won’t be getting anywhere near her unless she wishes it so.” Yes, he knows all about her past and the man she’d run from. As to Jaya’s family his dark visage lightens a touch and a faint smirk touches his lips, “I intend to meet them.” Okay, he’d met Beddie, but he was hardly going to take her as being representative of the Eastern barkeep’s family as a whole.

“Hmmm, not an answer I hear of everyday,” Keane notes when Shijan answers his first, planning to stick around for so long. He grunts to that, approving. The matter of drinking gets a long studying look, openly amused now. “A man that drinks on occasion, claiming a woman that practically drinks herself better than one of those fighters Kelarad owns – and sells the stuff. A man misplaced. Don’t you find that odd?” Keane can be as unsettling as Shijan is, his words blunt, open and honest – but not hint of mockery is present. The barkeep observes, and he simply speaks his mind. When Shijan speaks on his people, that gets his interest. “Heard things of those that lived in Igen’s deserts from travelers that have gone that way,” he mentions, nodding as his gaze linger on the lake. “Things I don’t really believe. Never been to Igen myself to say. Come from the lands of Fort, myself. Criminal parents that didn’t see much interest in taking care of their children.” Dark eyes light on Shijan then. “Got siblings scattered all over. Some alive. Some dead. Keeping hoping that one day, I will find them again. You don’t look much like a bodyguard.” It’s quick, his observations. “Her last one – Tackas – he was much bigger. Rougher-looking, too. What makes you think you can take on someone like Vaputero?” And his last? Keane blinks at that one. It’s not everyday you hear someone expressing that they intend to meet the Dicoris for other than buying their wares. “Intend, huh?” There’s low laughter, the barkeep interested. “Uh-huh. Bhadri would take one good look at you and would kick you and that daughter of his out on your asses. If not him, then that pissy little brother of hers.” He’s apparently met them before, his words easy. “

Shifting slightly in that position he’d taken up and not moved from since conversation began, Shijan’s mouth curves more fully about a smile, “More odd than you know.” This he gives cryptically on the apparent ‘mismatch’ between himself and Jaya. That amusement lingers a moment longer on what is and isn’t to believed about his people, stating simply, “There is more in this life, than meets the eye, Sir.” And then he falls to listening with interest as Keane provides a brief glimpse into his own history, the quick switch on topics not passing him by, it having the effect of drawing a faint smirk into place. Amused by the assessment of him and his ability to protect Jaya from Vaputero, “More than one,” now Shijan sets to moving, a slow pace or two away, his back turning just a touch to the barkeep, “has made that very same mistake.” In that he’ll be easy to take down and there’s no arrogance in that, merely statement of fact. Turning his upper body and setting his attention back onto the Telgari, eyes chipped to flakes of flint, “Vaputero will never see me coming, for I am just…a bodyguard. Jaya’s canine.” The smirk that ends that off filled with cold intent as he borrows Suli’s insults slung at him in previous encounters. Amusement and a hint of devilry lifts up to warm features that had turned to stone, “Bhadri will try,” he agrees and then adds with an enigmatic edge to his baritone, “but I have no doubt that…an understanding will be reached in the end.”

Oh yeah. Keane has a good idea of how odd. “Something tells me that that is more the case with you,” he notes when Shijan mentions there being more than meets the eye, thoroughly intrigued. Watching him pace, “So. What’s man of the mysterious desert people doing so far from his home and meeting up with my complicated daughter?” For surely, there must be an interesting story there, right? When Shijan turns toward him then, his eyes narrowed and he speaks that he was merely a bodyguard, Keane snorts that off in dismissal. “Right,” he answers dryly on that one. “And I’m just some old barkeep from Telgar.” Meeting his gaze steadily, “Vaputero, and these people here, might be fooled. I’m not.” He’s more than certain there was more to this man with the unnerving gaze than Shijan wants to show, and that is what interest him most. On the matter of the Dicori family, however, “Seem mighty confident,” he observes, amusement evident in his voice. “That’s good. Far better that than intimidated. Besides, what understanding could be reached with that man, hmmm?” After a pause, “You must care much for her, if you’re willing to … reach an understanding with her father,” Keane observes then quietly. “If you’re willing to give a shit.”

Amusement holds for Keane’s first and then his expression closes for the next put to him. Silent for many a long moment and then with a light frown in place, he exhales regret for not being able to impart more about what had taken him out of the desert and placed him on the Southern continent, “I would tell you if I could. And I will…when I am able to.” The snort of dismissal and the older man’s ensuing words cause a corner of his mouth to lift upward and he dips his head in concession, “I would be disappointed if you were so easily fooled.” Thus alluding to his being far more than the bodyguard cover he wears. And while he may not feel at liberty to divulge the true colour of the mantle once worn by him, he does seek to try and reassure the Telgari man, “Jaya knows…all she needs to know…about me. I keep no truth from her and tell her no lies.” No, just manages to adroitly sidestep the matter of exactly who it is that’s after him. Letting the matter lie he turns and closes the small distance he’d created with his pacing, amusement once again flickering about dark features, “Intimidation is a tactic of bullies and bullies are merely small boys disguised as grown men.” Intent the look that replaces amusement, “The understanding to allow her the chance to reach across the divide and offer her hand in peace for once put to rest, the past loses its power to haunt.” Giving hint that he’s well aware of the Dicori family problems at play. Features soften a mite for Keane’s last and then he delivers notice of what he’d found earlier when leaning against the older man’s mind, “What would you be willing to do or sacrifice for, Indira?” There’s no cunning or guile in either expression or low held tone, simply a pointed look that speaks to them finding themselves in similar situations.

A hand lifting and waving the first off, “I’m an old man that runs a bar that’s far from upscale,” Keane notes easily, regarding that light frown on Shijan’s face for words he cannot tell steadily. “Worked for two crimelords in my lifetime, and have seen them both killed. Have the ear of two more these days. Ain’t nothing you could tell me that would surprise me, young one.” But, all the same, “I trust, for your sake, that whatever trouble haunts you … that Jaya knows about it,” he advises, meeting his gaze without flinching. “If you plan on having her in your life, she’s better off knowing. Trust me on that.” He would know from experience, his gaze seems to say, but the man doesn’t voice it. “But it’s good you don’t keep no truth from her,” he adds then, approving with a grunt and a nod. “Too many have lied enough to her.” He actually grunts out laughter when Shijan speaks on intimidation, remarking wryly, “You certainly got a way with words. Wonder what Vaput would say to that!” There’s more low laughter, and then it dies away to the more sober topic of the Dicoris. Frowning, “She’s got a lot of past that haunts beyond just her family, Shijan,” he states, shaking his head. “Stuff that makes sleep difficult at night. Reckon you already know about that too.” He won’t voice the nightmares, his tone saying enough as he looks to the lake – that is, until Shijan brings up the Headwoman. Eyes narrow on the lake immediately at that, his chin lifting as he puts forth, “How did you find out about us?” Jaya could be a possibility with him having just told her the previous night. After a lengthy pause though, the barkeep shrugs it off, unnerving as it is before answering his question with “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to take that fear and hurt from her eyes, son. Make her see that I’m willing to fight for her and all that she holds dear. Never thought I’d fall in love again,” he admits, though, he hasn’t a clue why would he admit so to the bodyguard as he gaze over the lake again. “Amazing what one person could change in you, hm?” and he looks to Shijan then with a knowing smirk. “What one person could make you look at life differently.”

He has the ear of two crimelords? Shijan goes noticeable still. Well, stiller than usual and narrows a tight look onto Keane. “Kelarad and Lorien,” his usually smooth baritone cracked with wariness as he surmises the two the older man is talking about. But there’s something about the man that tells him he can be trusted, something beyond what he’d learned in that brief touch of minds. And so, with a long exhalation of breath, the teak skinned man closes the distance and drops elegantly to the boulder, seating himself beside Keane. With coal black eyes fixed to the lake he nods slowly on what is said of Jaya and the need for absolute truth, “I was a harper. Journeyman rank, to the Master himself, collecting information and reporting it back in.” Words coming in stilted formation, the revelation not an easy one for him given how only Indira and Jaya know this of him but he needs this man that is so important to both women, to trust him. And so he shares little of the Telgari’s humour for his earlier comments, merely shifting a long look onto him and then away back over the lake again. “I know of them,” he states quietly on Jaya’s nightmares, “I’m…working on them.” As to he found out about Keane and Indira? Obsidian eyes shift sideways and little more than an enigmatic smile is put forth before he bends and takes up a smooth pebble in one hand. Curiosity colours his expression as the older man talks of what he’s prepared to do for the Headwoman and then a low chuckle escapes his lips as he meets that smirk coming off Keane, “Never thought I’d fall in love. Period.”

With Keane studying the younger man so closely, he easily picks up on Shijan going still at his mention of the renegade leaders he has connections with. Nodding once slowly, “Kelarad and Loriendovus,” Keane says, eyes narrowing a fraction at the wariness. “Good men, for what they were given in life. I came with Kelarad here, in fact.” But then Shijan reveals his prior profession, and the old barkeep’s expression doesn’t change. He does nod to that after a pause, considering what was said before remarking, “The Masterhaper’s informant. Pretty special rank. Must have been some serious trouble for you to be here, guarding a renegade fugitive.” He regards the man closely then, seeming as if to pull the information from the man with his piercing gaze – making sure this former harper could handle such a one as his adopted daughter, and all the baggage that comes with her. He’s pleased to hear that Shijan knows about Jaya’s nightmares, and it intrigues him to hear that the man was helping her deal with it. “Any improvements?” he can’t help but to ask, his interest in the matters present. Of course, Shijan merely smiles for an answer to his finding out about Indira and him, and at the last he wryly gives back, “Still young yet, Shijan. Like her. She always boasted she never would, either. That she wasn’t going to be like her mother who did.” He snorts at that, shaking his head, but then he turns towards the man that protects her and states pointedly, “I’m glad that she’s got you. Got these people,” and he nods about, indicating those in the Weyr. “Didn’t think it was a good idea, her coming here, but now … seeing her here for myself …” It pleased him to see her in a better place and state of mind than she was up north.

The tension that had built up eases when Keane confirms the two crimelords he has associations with and then a brow tweaks upward when he mentions that Kelarad’s in the Weyr, with Shijan throwing a glance in the direction of the beast caverns. He says nothing on the matter however and instead sets a long look onto the older man not flinching from that piercing gaze when he queries his former profession, lips compress and he looks away over the lake giving quietly on the nature of the trouble that yanked him from the Masterharper’s service, “You could say so.” A soft sigh spills out on the topic of Jaya’s nightmares and he leans forward, forearms set to knees and hands clasping loosely together between them, “It…takes time. But she’s getting there.” A wry smile for a wry smile and the head of ebony curls moves to turn a look back onto the Telgari, “We are not our parents and they are not us.” Thus alluding to there possibly being a problem with his own people when it comes to his relationship with Jaya. A smile twitches out in response to the Bitran lass being deemed to be in a better place and better off because of him, and then he puts forth what might be a strange query, “Have you heard the tale of Destiny?”

At that look towards the beast caverns, “Oh I’m sure Max knows by now,” Keane guesses on the look being sent, a lopsided grin given. “He probably has Kelarad about the Weyr as we speak.” While he doesn’t look surprised to hear about the task of resolving Jaya’s nightmares, he grunts his understanding and looks out over the lake in contemplation. Idly, “Just … don’t let her fall,” he says low, quietly, his gaze lingering there. As if to explain what he meant then, he tacks on, “It’s easy for her to, ahh … fall back into what she was doing before if given the opportunity. It’s like drinking, to her. If she does …” and now he looks Shijan’s way, “… at least keep her from being killed. Or sent to the mines. The mines are as good as dead to a Dicori.” Perhaps not the best moral advice, but seeing as how he’s practically still a renegade man himself, who was he to steer someone else from the life of crime? Wise words on parents, as well, the old barkeep finding no fault in that. “Some follow into their own parents’ footsteps,” he adds to that, smirking coldly. “Got a brother that, last I heard, works for Borrento – the Reachian leader. Kasjan is everything our father was up to the time he was thrown into the mines.” And to the last, the man lingers on silence before shaking his head and answering, “Probably not the version you’re about to tell me,” with a crooked smile in place.

Wry the smile when Keane correctly interprets the glance he’d thrown the way of the beast caverns. The pebble he’d picked up, being turned over idly in his hands, passing it back and forth as if he has too much pent up energy and nowhere to spend it. The motion stops and Shijan turns his attention back to the older man for the words given on keeping Jaya safe…from herself too. “I won’t,” he gives sincerely on letting her fall, “I’ll always be there to catch her. You can count on that. She…has become my breath.” A smile flickering out for that last and then the motion of passing the pebble back and forth between his hands picks up once again only for a hand to close over it in a fist just moments later when the Telgari barkeep mentions having a brother that works for Borrento. Baritone belying nothing of the tension being focussed into the hand tightly clenched about the pebble, “Do you…hear from your brother often?” As to the tale of destiny, that gets left by the wayside, his hawk-like gaze fitting tightly onto Keane.

That sincere answer given by Shijan on Jaya’s part, along with the last sounding very much like something a harper would say, has Keane sending a soft snort. Approving, however of that, “Then you’re alright to me,” he gives, it pretty much being his blessing. “Never fit her with a harper, but, the world seems to be a strange place these days.” He and Indira would be good example of that. A thought occurring to him then, he looks sharply towards the former harper and asks, “And what of the new crimelord, hmm? I know she works for him now, but, you …” Where was his loyalty? He didn’t know that Shijan worked for Indira, though he was thinking that the young man was somehow working or at least lending his mercenary services towards the mother and son team. Eyes falling on the motion of that pebble for that question on his brother, it seeming trivial to him, “Who, Kasjan?” he asks, as if he needed the clarification. Dark eyes lifting to meet Shijan’s, the barkeep shakes his head in quick succession in dismissal of it. Snorting, “I was lucky to see him that one time at all. Borrento keeps hold of his men, from what I hear. Rumor has it he has a hankering for them, too. I don’t like his sort of business, if you know of it, and so, Kasjan and I haven’t seen eye-to-eye since.” There’s a twitch of a shrug then. “We’ve got a brother that was killed turns ago, and something tells me Borrento would know something about it. Can’t prove it, though, but Kasjan’s in a better position to do so, and he won’t.” And so the rift.

The smile that presents in response to Keane’s blessing is edged with an odd margin of relief with Shijan not having realized until this moment that he’d been even been seeking the older man’s blessing. But now that it’s been given, warm amusement touches his teak skinned features as he notes, “Not a harper anymore.” Just a bodyguard doing his job as far as anyone else was concerned outside of those few that knew the truth about him. That smile ebbs away and is replaced with a strangely guarded look when his loyalties are questioned, “Lomaxin has my loyalty and use of my…services to call upon if need be, but I answer to Indira.” Slowly the hand to hand passing of the pebble back and forth takes up again with Shijan meeting that look from the Telgari barkeep, steadily. Just the faintest tightening of jaw occurs in response to what he says of the Reachian crimelord and he gives a vague nod of head, “I know of his business.” For the latter he allows for a frown to be displayed, “I am sorry to hear of your brother,” though he doesn’t detail which one in particular as eyes slide back over the lake once again, “Perhaps the day will come when someone will be able to provide you with the answers that you seek.” Baritone betraying little to suggest that had been anything other than a comment made in an attempt to ease the older man’s mind.

“You’re still a harper,” Keane counters knowingly, amusement etched across his face. “Might not be singing songs or telling stories or whatever else you all fit yourselves to doing, anymore, but you’re still a harper. Anyone that could fit a knife in his boot could tell that you’re an oddity in this sort of business. Not a bad thing, just … an observation, hm?” He watches that smile ebb from Shijan’s face and when he mentions his working under Indira, “I imagine she carries strict rules for falling for those you’re suppose to be guarding,” he guesses, regarding him steadily. “Even Lorien would cut off a man’s shaft if he was caught shacking up with someone they’re guarding. How did you manage to get passed that?” Because he’s seen Indira. Indira is a hard-ass. He falls silent then on the matter of Borrento, but he remarks to the last with a dry, “One hopes. It’s why the Blood and Bucket will remain open. Someone’s bound to loosen their tongue when there’s enough ale in their bellies. It’s how us barkeeps learn of such secrets, hm?” Slowly, he gets to his feet then, his dark gaze scanning the skies first before looking about them. “Thanks for speaking with me, Shijan,” he states more formally, nodding sharply. “I’ve learn much on you in this short time. I’m sure you would want to get back to your business with my Jaya.” A little smirk is there for the end of it.

“That I am,” Shijan agrees to still being a harper and while singing and telling stories were a very minor part of his particular field, he doesn’t correct the older man, simply fitting an enigmatically amused look onto him for being deemed an oddity in the business amongst renegades and thieves. Attention having slid away back to the lake surface, he now flicks a sidelong glance over to Keane, a light frown of apparent frustration in place for the rules Indira has in place about hooking up with one’s charge, “Yes, she is.” But then he can’t help the wry edge of a smile that turns out with a light shake of head on how he’d managed to convince Indira to bend the rules for his sake, “I didn’t. Jaya did. Turns out…” and here a deep smirk settles fully onto the Telgari barkeep, “I have you to thank for that.” Though he doesn’t expand. Low laughter follows next and Shijan nods, “Loose lips, sink ships.” The cliché he’d given to Jaya now passed on to her former boss with regards to gaining information. As Keane stands, so does he, the pebble still in hand, “Thank your for taking the interest in doing so, Sir.” The incline of head, deeply respectful for the man he holds as the dark haired young woman’s father given that he appears to show more interest and care in the young woman than her biological one does. As to returning to his business with her, a long look is sent the way she’d departed a while ago, “I would lay down my life for her.” He states, turning that intent look onto Keane.

To Shijan agreeing with him on being a harper still rumbling laughter greets it. He doesn’t look shocked at hearing that he had something to do with Indira backing off him and Jaya being together, either. “What timing,” Keane drawls in response to that – to having found Indira in time for such an exchange to happen in the first place. “I trust … Indira will be a different woman when I have wiped her fears away. At least she will a little,” he notes in amusement with an incline of his head. He nods to Shijan’s thanks, the respect seen there has the man straightening up just a little more along with such respect given in turn. Long look returned for his last, however, “I am certain now that you would,” he agrees, frowning just a bit. “Let’s hope such a day never comes, Shijan. Something tells me the two of you would have need of each other for a long while yet. I know I at least can go back to Telgar knowing that Dicori is truly safe down here.” He steps to Shijan’s side and would clap a firm hand on his shoulder, nodding at him before letting go. “I’ll be around for a sevenday,” he tells him then. “Perhaps, when I’m not engaged, I’ll draw you and Jaya in for a card game or two. You’ll drink a little, at least?” he asks, looking pointedly with his chin dropping down at the tall man then.

Chuckling a little, “What timing indeed.” On the matter of Indira being a different woman now that she has Keane to look out for her, a smirk pulls up, “I have to wonder what a ‘fearless’ Indira would be capable of, hmm?” Considering what it is the woman already manages to have bending to her will and the extents she’ll go to, to get what she wants. Warmth softens his otherwise unreadable features and he doesn’t shy away from the hand set to his shoulder but instead lifts the hand with the pebble held in it and holds the item out to the Telgari, dropping it into his hand if he will allow, “In time…all edges are smoothed. It takes just one pebble, to brush the other side of the shore.” This demonstrated as he bends, picks up another and tosses it out into the lake, watching for a moment as ripples spread out from the disturbance made on the surface of water and then turns back to the older man, a faintly roguish light entering coal black eyes, “You’ve never played cards with a harper before have you?” Thus alluding to the potential for Keane to lose marks to him. A short, low held laugh greets his last and he gives a dip of head in acquiescence on the matter of drinking, “If it pleases you that I do so.” Stepping back and away in preparation to head back to Jaya’s side, a grin lends the teak skinned man a devilish air, “Its about time someone took that woman in hand,” Indira that is, “and I have a feeling, you’re just the man to do it.” Another quick bow of head and then with a long legged and graceful gait, the former harper departs, heading back to the bar, a strong respect for the Telgari barkeep in place.

“She’ll be capable of anything, son,” Keane answers on Indira with confidence, the the smirk strong. He receives the pebble then, regarding the man’s fluid words thoughtfully. Finally, “You speak truth,” he admits, meeting Shijan’s eyes. “Just like a harper to speak them.” Pause. “Never had the pleasure of being in the same circle of a harper,” he admits, gesturing towards himself for his status as holdless. “I think I should find a game of cards rather interesting, then. Words on Indira seems to warm the man, then, and with and incline of his head, “Until we meet again, guard.” He doesn’t leave right away, staying about to watch the man leave before he seeks out the view of the lake and then slowly returns back to the Weyr proper.

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