The city of Love

The sun had just gotten up and had bathed Paris in light, letting everyone know that the spring was here. As Darrius moved between those little shadows the buildings gave out, so he could move around without having, to be hit by a painful headache due to the sun. It seemed like it might, be a wonderful day. At least if you had no problems with a sun, and all the people moving around. As People were going around minding their own business, it was easy to keep yourself in the shadows.  As he finally gotten to the bar he needed to meet with a wizard. He looked quickly over his back before, he went in and up to the counter. Where the bar keeper asked, him in English

“What’s your errand here.” Darrius who had a little piece of paper, showed it to the bartender who, then raised an eyebrow but nodded.
Before he opens the backdoor for Darrius. Shortly after Darrius had gotten, in he noticed that this place was a money laundry operation not that he minded it, he just needed to get paid. He then walked down towards the last room, who then got open, by the Wizards henchmen,
“ey he is here boss.” The voice came from, big man in the doorway. Shortly after Nathan heard another voice. “Let him pass.” The wizards voice clearly had a tick French accent. As the man, moved aside, so Darrius could come in, he turned his attention to the wizard.

When he had done the latest transaction with the wizard who, clearly had wanted that artifact that Darrius had backstabbed the witch Philippa for. He left without a word, having enough cash to be fine at least for the next century or so. As he moved trough the city, he listen to the people speaking French. One thing, he only knew a little bit about, he would probably need a person to teach him it a little bit if he stayed here longer and with the cash it seemed to be and option. As he moved down through the city, he, had his own thoughts, not noticing a woman, before it was too late. As soon as he felt the person he bumped into, his reflexes took hold, making him catch this beautiful witch with and interesting smell to her.  “Sorry mon amie, I did not see you there.” He added as he helped her stand up again, sending her a light yet charming smile. As he got her up on her feet again, he looked at her, a bt more interested since her smell stood out. “you okay miss?”

Outfit: Light beige dress and jacket, and a white shirt. Black details and belt.
Notes: 165 cm and 54 kg. She has dark brown eyes and the name Darrius on her collarbone, though the name is hidden by her clothing.

As she got up and stand with his help from catching her before she would have dropped on the ground his eyes, meet hers for a moment. Before he helped her up, when she had brushed her dirt of her dress Darrius backed a little away to give her, personal space.

That was when she stated that she was not fine, and for a moment she seemed to be ready to let some rage out, towards him, but then it seemed to change for a moment. She stopped why, did she though. His eyes meet hers, as she seemed to change her attitude completely. When she said the next words oh lord, he could not help but chuckle.

“I aint really a lord.” He said, looking towards her. “ It’s all right miss ?” he said as he was sending her a comfort smile. Before he stated “no one got hurt so no harm done.” He said as hen then ended up sending her a gentle smile, “My Name is Darrius Nathan Chadwick.” He added as he made a little bow.

“And who is this beautiful woman, I have had the pleasure of running into.” He then asked sending her a charming smile, with a little bit of roguish charm add in on top of it. His accent clearly showed that french was not his cup of the.

His French was not the best, but he could understand her at least for a while as she presented her name, he got it all it was simple French so to that extend, he was all right at French. He then looked towards her, sending her a little smile before he talked to her. “It´s some beautiful names for a beautiful woman.”

He stated as he sent her a charming and warm smile, as he then looked at her. “So do you have any plans for today?” He asked clearly showing that his French was only on a minimal, field and it was slowly showing in his tone.

He then looked around trying to figure out, what else there where, “you want to take a stroll through Paris.” He asked sending her a warm and gentle smile. “Maybe down to the docks, or if there is any place you would want to show me, kind of new here in France.” He said now, his tone was clearly showing that he was, not the best at the French language, but he was at least trying that part, was maybe a bit to much about how stubborn he was, and how active he was in trying to actually talk with a clear tone.

As he listens to her words, he gave a few nods here and there, to make sure he understood her French respond a least the main part about it. When she then asked him, if he was struggling with French, he gave a nod. “That easy to hear it is it, “he stated scratching his back head.

When she then started to point out if he spoke some other language like Spanish German, and before he could react, she came to English, it was nor because he did not understand Spanish too, but well English was probably the best thing, he then could not help but chuckle“

Yeah English sounds like a great option.” He stated, even though his accent was a bit rougher than your fine British. As she then stated they could go to the docs he could not help but smile, “I mean unless you got any other nice places you wanne show, me then I guess it’s the docks.” He stated sending her a little wink with his right eye, before he then took her hand, and talked shortly after. “Show me the way miss Radclyffee” He added as he gave her palm a little kiss.