[ The leather ball bounces towards him. He catches it in a hand. His eyes don't leave her as he does, roaming over her casually; in the right light, they glint an almost animal yellow. The shine of her appearance makes him think nobility, but the foreign drawl of her coarse speech seems otherwise. Interesting. ]
Keen on theft already? [ He sends the ball back. The faintest note of amusement colours the flatness of his words. ] Give it another week, at least, before you make trouble.
[ This new group has been both concerning and curious. Not as many as previous, which suggests the summonings have either been refined or have grown more conservative. Either way, it means Thorne has granted its pet mage to press forward with whatever plans they've cooked up. Not the most comforting of thoughts.
Still. Plans moving forward often leave gaps in the structure, too. ]
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Keen on theft already? [ He sends the ball back. The faintest note of amusement colours the flatness of his words. ] Give it another week, at least, before you make trouble.
[ This new group has been both concerning and curious. Not as many as previous, which suggests the summonings have either been refined or have grown more conservative. Either way, it means Thorne has granted its pet mage to press forward with whatever plans they've cooked up. Not the most comforting of thoughts.
Still. Plans moving forward often leave gaps in the structure, too. ]