Even as Korik spoke, he could still feel that inquisitive gaze upon him. It was like a thorough massage to the ego. The way that Sybil's eyes looked at him, it was like he was among the fabled men of legends, as though he was the absolute exception to the norm. Out of all of the people in the Devil's Advocate, he was the one that gained this person's attention above all else. There was just so much for Sybil to be curious about. The tight grip, even, when he shook the student's hand, made Sybil blink, head tilting, and looking at his hand. As though forced to acknowledge the raw power that the man held within his padded, massive by comparison hands. Korik was becoming increasingly the focus of almost all of Sybil's attention, as he shifted the conversation forward. The skittish Videnese student seemed almost entirely enraptured in his words, as he spoke. The waif's gaze constantly trying not to make eye contact, even as those piercing indigo eyes remain still. It's almost like a game. If Korik keeps staring, he can see Sybil giving in, and glancing towards him. The bridge of the nose, the cheeks, and the ears dye a deep pink, and a glance to the side is given. He is so thoroughly able to control the student's reactions, just by a look. And that's all it truly took.
"Well you are here with me now. If anyone ask's than we can just say that I asked you to come here because I do not know of many other places in the city." Korik had said to Sybil, in his strangely accented tone. Sybil glanced to the side, as the statement was made. A slow swallow. Korik could see it with how the student was acting. Sybil was a poor liar. It was highly unlikely that the student would be able to hold any sort of footing, if anyone questioned Sybil on the matter. But a slow nod is given, as though the fact that it was even offered in the first place was comforting enough. A slow breath leaves the lips, before Sybil's eyes glance up, seemingly a bit more comforted. Was that all it took? What sort of sorcery did Lotharren have over Videnese people? A slow nod of understanding is given, to Korik, seemingly accepting his word at face value. Trusting, perhaps, to a dangerous extent.
If this had been anyone else, how likely would this student end up being robbed?
"Though if you wish to go somewhere safer for you. Than I do not mind" Comes the offer from Korik. looks around, for a moment. The men and women within the tavern, while nothing by comparison to the mass that Korik had, was filled to the brim with the types of people that could easily chew Sybil up, and spit the student out without a second thought. Crossing Sybil's mind, there had been a few instances within, and around, the establishment that the student had almost been shanked or mugged. This was, perhaps, the poorest place to people watch. But there was no regrets. Where else in Viden could Sybil meet with a Lotharren?
Sybil offers a light clearing of the throat, "I, ah... If you have a room at an inn, or something, I would gladly come with you. ... I just, ah... I'm in the process of getting moved over to another Prism. It's quite far, and it's more than a little bit of a mess..." The waif offers, in such a soft, yet scratchy tone. It was the type of voice that sounded particularly... Vulnerable, "This place, honestly, scares me to death. ... But there's nowhere else I can go for a drink... Well. You know. Ale, rather than juices."
"My brother is a hunter. Kind, passionate, strong and smart. Though more reserved than myself, he would always be by my side. We helped each other without question. He was... He is the most important person to me." Korik offers. Sybil considers this information, eyes flickering about Korik's frame, "We challenged each other to be better. But never let one fall on their own. He is the kind of person you would want at your side. If you are in trouble he can figure out a solution." A pause, "Forgive me. The memory is still fresh."
A deep feeling of sympathy washed over Sybil's expression. The man's words were touching. He was genuine. Lips knitting to the side, the student simply says, "... I lost someone close to me. ... He was murdered. The Academy barred me from attending his funeral. ... Distance, from the ones you love can bring a great pain..." The student's gaze slowly turned towards Korik, resting upon him, "... I can try and help you the best I can. It's the best I can do. I'm sorry, that you're suffering like so." Sybil was... Tuning in, it almost felt like, to the man's connection. A hand is offered, from across the table. The small, soft hand remaining against the tabletop. Letting Korik choose if he wants to take it on his own terms.
"While I specialize in the ax and hand to hand combat. My bother uses a blade and a bow." The statement makes Sybil's lips pinch at the corners, into a tiny, hopeful smile.
Glancing to the door, Sybil seems to get an idea, "Hunters often come to the Rangers to turn in bounties for what they hunt. I'm sure if he passed here, he would have had to accompany a hunter, or do some hunting himself. I think... I know someone who can pull a few records." The offer is genuine. Soft. Eyes settling upon Korik, "But I'll need some time."