Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140703144312/@comment-7497475-20140709041705

Halting her eating for a moment, Wynne raised her arms. Looking right at Vermont, she noticed his eyes dart towards the fireplace.

"As you can see I have only half of my right arm still as flesh and blood. You could call that a lot. Or maybe you are refering to two years ago. I lost something that day, but some would argue I never really had it."

Staring right into his eyes, she continued eating. Vermont was good at reading people, possibly as good as she was. But if he wanted to look into her, she'd look into him.

"But lets talk about your loss. You were a huntsman, team of four. Those photos over the fireplace are them obviously. Judging by how you reacted earlier I'd say you were the leader, and that something you did caused them to die."

Watching him closely, Wynne was looking for the small cues to tell her what she wanted. Some of what she had said was guess work, but with reasoning from his actions. Intuition plays a strong part in her judgement, and often sets her down the right path.