"He hardly gave me a choice, the pig." Aster huffed, nose in the air, but it was with a secret, satisfied smile that she took her drink and thanked the girl, raising the glass in a silent victory toast.
Taking a sip of her mead, Aster's eyes flickered towards the other patrons, all working excitedly on their stories. It would be all over the town by sunrise: the humiliation of the War God by two mere women. Or so they would think - they were simple and straightforward sorts around here, not like young Nina at all. Aster raised a conspiratorial eyebrow. "Standard business. My order has me travel all over Connlaoth," She tilted her head, indicating the white lily embroidered into the scarf over her hair. "But I'm sure you know a little of how Mordecai operate, times being as they are."
She kept her voice low, keen not to be overheard by all the drunken sorts around them. True, it wasn't as though her work was a big secret, but after the night she'd had she'd rather some piece. The revelation she was a Mordecai might give the men even more to crow about. Nina Tandy however, had earned that right, especially for putting up with that odious man as well.
"I'll forgive a man for being merry." She murmured, indicating the crowds with a flick of her head. "But that sort of a man has no honour - not for himself and certainly not towards others. But they can fool so easily and so sweetly, can't they?" Her pale eyes softened, as close to sympathy as she was going to get. "But I daresay with a strong-willed mother, your lad would overcome his father's faults."
Her eyes flickered down to Nina's rounded belly, lips quirking upward for a moment. "The babe will be a better fighter at least, that's for certain." She pointed out, taking another longer sip of her mead. "Hm, yes, thank you. Bread, I think."