"Hey, what's up?" Deunan dropped into the seat across from the Chief. People shouldn't read at the table. It was rude. (Interrupting people was also rude, but Deunan and self-awareness were not well-acquainted.)
After she'd realized she probably wasn't going to be attacked from the shadows, Deunan had swapped around how she carried her weapons so it looked less like she was ready to instantly jump into a fight. Of course, she was ready to instantly jump into a fight, but she was being diplomatic. Or something.
The upshot was that while she was still openly carrying her enormous combat knife--one could be forgiven for mistaking the thing for a short sword--it was slung across her back instead of over her shoulder and down her collarbone in a quick-draw sheath. Deunan had a lot of strengths, but subtle understatement was not among them.
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After she'd realized she probably wasn't going to be attacked from the shadows, Deunan had swapped around how she carried her weapons so it looked less like she was ready to instantly jump into a fight. Of course, she was ready to instantly jump into a fight, but she was being diplomatic. Or something.
The upshot was that while she was still openly carrying her enormous combat knife--one could be forgiven for mistaking the thing for a short sword--it was slung across her back instead of over her shoulder and down her collarbone in a quick-draw sheath. Deunan had a lot of strengths, but subtle understatement was not among them.