The Foreign Rogue

Derick nods with satisfaction, slowly retrieving his hand. You are still a bit in a sate of shock, so continue to stare at him. He smirks, and shrugs. "Try not to get on my bad side, will you? It was .. nice to meet you anyway, Tsuyu." At the mention of your name, you shake your head slightly, having returned to normalcy. "You're japanese?" You nod. "What're you doing here in medievil England?" He asks, his voice now having lost its malice. You wonder if you should answer him, so say, "Why's it matter?" Derick blinks at having your defiance returned, and shrugs. "I was just curious."

The conversation now seeming to have ended, you rub your elbow awkwardly, and the man's eyes shift uneasily. "What's your name?" You ask. "Oh, yes. It's Derick." He smiles.

You blush lightly at his handsome smile, and ..