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Date Posted: 17:03:44 03/14/02 Thu
A wry smile tugs on Miryam's lips as Tarkin asserts that he's no threat to them. Not that she had taken him as a helpless traveler, vunerable and alone, but she hadn't been afraid of him suddenly attacking, either. And, of course, if he did, she's pretty sure she could take care of herself. He always said over-confidence was one of my faults, she thinks to herself.
Something about the way Tarkin looks at her, though, makes her feel uneasy. Again, not threatened, but... transparent. Almost as if he can see something in her that she cannot. Amadeus feeds into Miryam's feelings of uncertainty and curls against her neck, purring softly. His intellegent amber eyes are still fixed on Tarkin.
"I'm glad you don't, sir," Miryam replies with quick drop of a curtsy, her voice consistantly polite. "I'm Miryam. My friend Deirdre and I aren't from around these parts: I don't suppose you could direct us to a near-by settlement? I don't mean to stay there long, but I am running low on supplies and was hoping I could pick some up there. I don't suppose you could assist me in finding the place?"
She'd learned, of course, to be able to play many different guises. Innocent, unknowledgable young girl happened to be her favourite. She watches Tarkin with superficial eyes, waiting for his answer.
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