that drink and see if you can prove me wrong."

"We'll have to see."

A sigh. She finally took the offered hand and stepped out of the rain. She could see where this goes.

"What is there to know? I'm a drunk, a womanizer, a pirate, and a deserter. Not exactly the kind of person you a
want to recruit to change the world. But I'll at least take --

I just wanted to live my own life free from the chains of blood and status. But I'll humor you for a free drink."

"And why can I not leave with the knowledge? You make it sound like whatever it is you're offering me is going to be something I take and use against you."

Quinn would, without a doubt, sell such information for a profit in a heartbeat.

"You seem to have some ideas about me that are plenty wrong -

and dealing with it?"

"Sometimes I don't want to be in a tavern."

Uncharacteristically, Quinn was fairly sober. This was her first bottle of the night. Despite that she let herself be helped to her feet, hands quick to rest on the noblewoman for aid.

"Plus if you don't look at what's causing you pain how can you try --

"Dwelling is beating yourself up over what could have been. Reflecting is accepting it, learning from it, and working on the future."

offer. Quinn wouldn't admit, even under torture that she had a thing for noblewomen. But that did color her decision to consider the offer.

"But then the maids have to clean it up. That's unfair to them."

Despite it all, the pirate did have a heart. Despite her more feisty streak.

"And what kind of entertainment would you be hoping to get from me? I only strip and sleep with random women when I get very drunk."

It was an intriguing -

"Dwelling isn't healthy. Reflecting is fine so you don't repeat a mistake."

She responded as she sat down next to the other.

"Not everyone can do everything. Bad things happen to good people no matter how hard they try. As long as you tried to do your best no one can blame you."

How many times Quinn had told herself the same thing as she collected tags of fallen scouts or soldiers no one could tell.

pillows. This is the best hangover I've had in ages."

She responded between bites. She assumed there was more of a reason she was being dined by a noblewoman, but she would let that come out with time.

"You're right. Taverns are a bit nicer. More places to spit where I don't feel bad for the maids."

Quinn shot back with a smirk as she too took her seat and started to dig in. Just like her drink she was taking things slowly. She didn't want to get sick.

"And despite it all they made such lovely -

"That sounds about right. Could have been worse. I'm guessing after that you decided to bed me?"

It didn't sound too far out of the field. Quinn did have a bad habit of taking things too far when drunk and faced with one she was attracted to.

"I'd say the same as a meal and night at any tavern."

"And if she can't handle you at your worst is she worth you at your best?"

A simple question as the scout kept working. She had asked herself similar questions after she had spent a prolonged time drinking.

"And is it always your fault things end up that way?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Quinn didn't spend too much time just watching. Before long she was helping pick things up, shuffling the bottles into neat piles so they could simply be dumped in the trash.

"If she's the support you need you should talk to her about it."

time in Demacia.

"Breakfast and a place to sleep? How badly am I going to owe you?"