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[Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 1:10 am

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Sybil was no stranger to the Tsavorite Prism. Matter of fact, it was the student's most visited places, thanks to the Academy. Sometimes, it felt like the professors were sending Sybil on one way trips, hoping to be rid of a perceived cretin, but the student always managed to come back, one way or another. The city was about understanding the unseen. Boundaries lay in plain sight, where none understand. And while the student was a neonate when it came to the exact process of information gathering, and contacts, there was one thing that Sybil understood best. People.

Crime could be found most commonly centered around dens in which that behavior is tolerated. Places where the lower class and upper class meet as equals, as buyers and sellers. Mixing pots, where the most business could be done. It wasn't all that strange, that a Tavern would by Sybil's first choice in following up with a minor contact. The Devil's Advocate was notorious for its seedy underbelly. There were whispers that the black market had its claws in the establishment, where there could be a black market to be found. The ranger was certain of its existence, but Sybil wasn't fully convinced. But Viden was known for its surprises, deep beneath the ice.

It was late morning, when Korik and Sybil had arrived at the Devil's advocate. At this hour, it's less populated. There were dagger marks on the counter to the bar, deeply set into the material, as though there was some sort of beast tearing its sharp claws against it, almost constantly. The man behind it stood with sullen eyes, almost dead to the world. He was using a dirty rag to clean a mug. As the two entered, the existing patrons didn't even pay them any mind, in despite of the Lotharro in their midst. At this time of day, there was an unspoken code. Don't ask questions, and don't pay attention to things that don't concern you. Papers were being exchanged, able to be spotted by the skilled observer. A raggedy minstrel was slipping a barmaid some nell, in exchange for something in a sachet. There were men and women huddled around the hearth, idly whispering among themselves, sharing stories and gossip. The establishment's patrons were arranged like a plant. The center, was the most obvious, and the most safe to partake in. Branching out from that, there were those that didn't like company, but weren't looking for full privacy; hoping that the other party wouldn't try something in private. On the outer rim of the tavern itself? Those were the Videnese men and women that would slide a knife in someone's gut, just for the off chance that someone was listening.

Sybil softly pulled at the cloak, making sure the hood drifted enough shadow to obfuscate the student's features. Glancing aside to Sybil's massive partner, a few soft words are offered, "Don't take out your ax here. The Ranger left a note, saying that stunt yesterday would probably get us killed, at this time. ... No worries, or anything... Just act like you belong. Don't make eye contact, and scowl at nothing. People will approach you less." Comes the suggestion, as the two make their way within the dimly lit Tavern. It was a bit surreal, being at the Devil's Advocate at this time. One would think that places like these would be empty during the day, considering that it's not only an illegal establishment, but with the demands of work. Survival was rough, within the city, requiring survivalists of certain breeds, much like the wilderness itself.

Slowly, Sybil's gaze glanced at a few empty tables. Turning to face Korik, the student softly said, "... Pick a place to sit. We'll be left alone, if you lead they way." They softly murmur, making sure to keep moving, even if it's at a snail's pace.
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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 2:48 am

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The Lotharro had left his ax in the inn like requested. Though he did not very much care for it. His ax had been by his side since he started looking for his brother. It felt like a part of him and he felt naked without it. Though he couldn't complain after the night he had. The attention giving to him through the massage and his story telling. The relaxing night of slumber close to the student. Korik wasn't sure if it was due to the massage or the closeness of someone else that he slept so well and he wasn't about to question it.

So he came without his weapon, cloak thrown over his shoulders as they walked into the inn. His hair had been longer, dropping down to the middle of his neck due to the weather. He had normally kept his hair various lengths to match the temperature, the warmer it was the shorter his hair would be. He cast a few glances around the room, looking at their choice of empty tables.

"... Pick a place to sit. We'll be left alone, if you lead they way."

With a nod, Korik walked to a table on the far side of the inn. Sticking close to the middle but away from the door so they wouldn't be bothered. His hand grasping the back of one of the chairs, pulling it out for Syb before walking to the other side and sitting down himself. "So these Rangers. Tell me about them?" he said, his eyes looking into Syb as he sat. He undid his cloak around his neck, letting it fall onto the back of the chair.

Leaning onto the table, the Lotharro seemed a lot more refreshed. His eyes were bright with a new day. His hunt starting fresh again with the coming of morning. The search for his brother continued, with the aid of Sybil, Korik was sure that he would be able to find something out in this city. The indigo eyes looking down over the student as they sat together. He hadn't asked if they had been comfortable the night before. Korik's mind had been else where when they had awoken.


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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 3:13 am

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The weather was dreary today. It was likely nearly impossible for Korik to tell that it Ashan, honestly. The sun was barely even coming up. Viden was a land of darkness for most of the colder months, he had likely heard. Perhaps why the skin of most Videnese tend to be pale, or washed out, in the case of darker complexions. A light snowfall was buffeting in the air outside, bringing with it a mist of kicked up snow from the wind. Thankfully, it only peeked in from the cracks of the Tsavorite Prism. But those cracks were more and more common the more the two began their trek into the territory of those of ill repute. Vandalism wasn't particularly common, but there were some Defiers who used their magic to wreak a little bit of havoc, rather than reinforce the outer walls that defended this part of the city. It was quiet honestly a bit of a mess. What was worse, was that the only thing that changed with the seasons, was the amount of sun that the people of Viden were exposed to. To the sun kissed Lotharro, it was probably confusing, how such people could live without the sun for so long. Live inside a single city, for so long.

Sybil settles in on the chair offered by Korik. They give him a soft, almost entirely innocent smile, as the student slides to a sit upon it, "Thank you... Can't say I've had someone do that before." Comes the admission. Glancing away from Korik, and clearing the throat. Was Sybil embarrassed by Korik simply pulling a chair out, and insisting on the student sitting first? Judging by how red the tip of those ears were becoming, yes. Sybil had to spend the time to break eye contact for a little while, or else the stammering would start. It was almost jarring, seeing someone so soft, and so bashful, in a place like this. It was almost a confusing combination, if one was accustomed to it. Sybil takes a moment to get nice and comfortable on the chair. Which, honestly speaking, was a harder job than it sounded. The chairs themselves were made of a shoddy kind of metal, likely some unrefined, poor quality iron. They bore scratches, and some had entire chunks missing from their legs. The ones made of stone seemed more stable, but those were in use by the more horrifyingly quiet patrons, on the outer ring of the tavern itself.

"Don't say that so loud... The Rangers, are, ah..." Glancing about, for a moment, Sybil slowly blinks. Eyes scanning the room, as though trying to make sure someone wasn't paying attention to what was being said. A slow nod of the head, once the volume of the tavern raised enough to mask a soft voice, before Sybil simply turned the gaze back to Korik, "They're... The city guard, mostly. During colder seasons, they usually stay within the city itself, and focus on removing the sources of crime." Sybil says, explaining in one fell swoop why the word was something of a sensitive subject here, among quite literal criminals and addicts, "Come Ashan, though, they come out of the city, and hunt for meat. During the cold season, we frequently run into food shortages when it comes to meat, having to rely on salted, or jerkied meat. Sometimes, though, a few hunters brave the two break long daylight, and try and make a decent amount of money by hunting something, and bringing back the meat." A few blinks, Sybil looking to the side, a bit embarrassed about the tangent, "Ah... Sorry. But, uh, that's the gist, really."

Sybil shifted on the seat, a little bit. The small thing was nervous about the transaction that was about to occur. Korik could see it as plain as day, "Uh... Any other questions about Viden?" Sybil asks, eyes looking up to Korik, as though he was the arbiter of making the situation comfortable. Relying on solely him, in this moment.
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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 3:50 am

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He watched with interest as Sybil settled into the chair. A soft smile on their face as they looked away from him. Once again not making eye contact with him like the day before. He wondered if they did not believe that he was joking. That eye contact was a challenge to the Lotharro. A chuckle escaped his lips as their ears began to turn a brighter shade of pink.

"Thank you... Can't say I've had someone do that before." He tilted his head to the side, a curious look on his face. "You've never had someone pull out your chair? It was nothing worth thanks. I was just walking by so it was easy" he said. To the Lotharro there wasn't much meaning behind the chair pull. He had just done it because he could.

Sybil didn't seem to fit in around here. Though Korik hadn't seen most of the city, he was curious how the area Sybil was from was. He could now understand why the young student remained hidden in their cloak. Blocking their small, innocent features from the world. A bright gleam shined in the eyes of the Lotharro as the idea crossed his mind. The urge to protect such a soft, innocent creature burned in his chest.

"Don't say that so loud... The Rangers, are, ah..."

He sat back in his chair after the words left their lips. Korik wasn't exactly the quietest person in the world. He was a loud and very proud man. Often starting cheers and celebrations. Leading war cries and chants. His back resting against the chair, ignoring the uncomfortable material that it was made out of. He listened to their story, nodding along as they spoke. "Ah I see.." he said a bit quieter than before. Without an ax because the protectors of the city deemed it so. A group that hunted for the city to provide them food. An idea that wasn't unfamiliar to the Lotharro. Many feasts and celebrations had been had do to the hunts of Uthaldria.

"Uh... Any other questions about Viden?"

They shifted in their seats surrounded by unease. Korik spoke again this time even more quieter than before, "Relax. You have nothing to fear." The urging sensation in Koriks mind to move his chair closer. Provide comfort by proximity. The Lotharro wasn't the most skilled with words. His hands and body were his craft. While he could read and speak like any normal man, he did not have the skill of a poet. Words would not flow from his tongue like honey. "Tell me what their is to do here. If a man like me had come to live in this place, what would they do?" he asked. His eyes locking on Sybil's green eyes. A warm smile across his face.

He worked on providing whatever comforts he could to the student. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, glancing over to the bar. Korik could care less about age restrictions. Sybil had said that they drank here before and if they went to far than Korik would just carry them back to his room again.


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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 7:27 am

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There was something about Sybil's face that was peculiar, the more Korik looked at it. The student wasn't the most expressive person in the world, but as he started to get used to Sybil, it became easier to spot certain cues that were hard to ignore and unlearn. Anything that particularly embarrassed the student earned a glance away, and it was beyond easy to know that Sybil's ears were burning up. It was easy to see the blushing parts of such a pale complexion, the brilliant shade of scarlet that crossed the milky background just made it so easy, and made it so hard to hide that fact. And after sharing a bed with the student, not even crossing any boundaries, it was easy to tell when the student was uncomfortable, just by posture now. The back tenses up, and starts to lean forward, Sybil attempting to look smaller, subconsciously, like an animal of prey cornered by a predator. It seemed that almost everything about Sybil screamed that sort of lifestyle, something small, something that was not unlike the softer, more preylike of his homeland's animals. It was a strange thing to see in a person, though perhaps just Lotharro, seeing as they pulled their partners from all over Idalos, and brought them to their homeland. But regardless, it was becoming easier to just read what the student was feeling, and being able to interpret it was becoming a breeze, almost shockingly so.

Something was comforting, with the way that Korik looked at Sybil. Something that made the student react in a way that was consistent with embarrassment. It wasn't hard for the Lotharro to imagine those ears beneath the hood turning such a bright, bright red. Indeed, Korik was one of the few men that paid Sybil much mind, like this. People in the Academy were not known for their empathy, outside of a select few where it was their focus. People in the Rangers were hardly known for being the most compassionate, having to be around death for so long. The Eidisi were practically a few steps away from becoming sociopaths, their endless thirst for knowledge triggering some deep urge to suppress their emotions; most of them, at least. It was hard for the student to accept these acts of mild, casually friendly interactions. The way that Korik did it without pause, and did it not because it was expected, but because it was just something that he wanted to do. Not because he wanted something out of it. A weak smile crossed Sybil's lips, glancing up at the larger man. A lingering thought was caressing the back of the student's mind, as he offered reassurance. Korik would soon leave Viden. And while Sybil wanted to forget about that eventuality, and push it aside, there simply wasn't any avoiding it. The time spent with him was enjoyed, but haunted by this invasive thought.

A light breath escapes Sybil's lips. The reassurance was deeply comforting, and Korik could see that, with what parts of Sybil's face he could see. Considering the man's words, the student thought about it, "Joining the Mariners would probably be something that would secure you a good lot in life, here. ... They fight the Mer that regularly raid our coastal areas." The student softly says. It was easier to talk about the Mariners. They were a similar military force to the Rangers, but had a far less authoritarian connotation with the Citadel of Viden itself. More something of a hatred for pirates and the Mer themselves, "Plenty of things in the water to hunt and to fight, to keep the land safe. As well as on land, but... I wouldn't recommend it, until you get more comfortable. There's a fitness wing of the Academy, where they help hone your body, if you're interested in such things... Places like these, but from what I hear, more... I don't know. People tell me they're more like taverns, but I've never been to a real one before. My time in Scalvoris was short lived, and... Well. They expect me to behave Videnese." A slanted smile was given with that one. A look of regret crossing the features. Sybil's mind stalled for a long while, trying to think of something else to add. Swallowing hard, Sybil seemed to be at a standstill. It's easier for Korik to notice the anxiety that dripped from the student.

"... Sorry. I only know of things to do within the Academy." Sybil's fingers nervously interlace, "I wouldn't want to bore you..."
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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 3:20 pm

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A simple shift in his weight and the Lotharro was leaning across the table again. Resting on the edge of the chair as they put their weight on the table. An urge to move across it and stand in front of the student. Drawing all their attention from the room to him. Though he did not move, he continued to stare. Watching and studying the student, taking in their movements.

A prey like animal sitting in front of a large predator. Watching them as they shifted and moved. Their eyes meeting as they cast a glance towards him. His hear perked up as the light breath left their lips. An eyebrow raised at the release of the breath before they began speaking. He pushed back off the table and rested against the chair. Arms across his chest as he nodded at their words.

Fighting another race, protecting the shores of the city from constant invasion. The idea wasn't disliked by the man. A chance to prove themselves and protect people of the city. It struck almost all of his chords, reaching into the mans personality. Almost enough to call him to the city. Though the thought was quickly pushed from his mind, memories of his brother surfacing again. The Lotharro had a quest and nothing would stop him from completing it. His brother was his other half and Korik was far from the point of being okay with them being separated by such a distance.

There's a fitness wing of the Academy, where they help hone your body, if you're interested in such things..

A chuckle escaping his lips. From what he saw of the people of the city, he assumed that most did not use such a place. They seemed smaller and weaker than Korik knew of most men. Growing up around other Lotharro had skewed his idea of what a man should be. Strength built upon training and time spent working. Time dedicated to the craft that was their bodies.

"I wouldn't want to bore you..."

A turn of his head with a simple shake. His eyes glanced away from Sybil for a moment. "I asked you about the city. You answered my question and you would not bore me. I wouldn't be here if you would." he said firmly. Curious as to how they thought they would bore him. After a night of sleeping close, against one another. The Lotharro after all had chosen to come with the student. He was not forced or convinced. Joined of his own free will and his interest in the student's mind and body.


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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

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At the mention of Mer, it seemed to stir a strange reaction within the tavern. One of the women nearest to the two, glanced over, and made a disgusting expression. Two men, skin leathery by salty air cast a wary eye in the direction of Korik and Sybil. There was a lingering, silent animosity towards the Mer, in this place. Chances are, any and every single instance of those water dwelling fish folk would meet an unquestioned, untimely end within Viden. Indeed, there were constant tensions between the two. Arcs and arcs of unbridled attacks from the Mer have shifted the playing field in Viden. Sybil softly itches at the chin, glancing away, for a moment, "... The Mariners were specifically set up to deal with the Mer. I don't know why they are the way they are, but they attack almost everything in sight, claiming the ocean as their province. ... But even then, they go up onto land, and sack towns and settlements." And finally, the reason why that seemed to be the case, was finally brought to light. It was an endless cycle of violence that had no diplomatic ending. The Mer were too plentiful to exterminate, and the Videnese were adapting too quickly for them to be overtaken. It was as though it was a precarious balancing act between the two factions, allowing for an endless stalemate between the two to exist. A nervous smile crossed Sybil's lips, the student glancing around.

Something was comforting about the way that Korik was staring at Sybil. Something that the student realized left his expression, the moment that his eyes averted. Though he offered words of comfort, something about it wasn't settling well within Sybil. The thought that was surfacing was clear. In one distinct moment, the student had something of a clarity. A clarity that was unwelcome. Sybil was a service. This friendship would only last for the duration of Korik's stay. And just like all others, he would leave the student behind, for lands outside. Something about that began to hurt, a bit. Was this the destiny that Sybil was doomed to exist within? Looking down at the scratched table, the student's thoughts rushed, churning behind the eyes. He was looking for someone, not here to make idle chat, and friends. Sybil couldn't leave, either. The only reasonable outcome of this, would be that Sybil was doomed to be left behind, in despite of whatever would happen here. A shred of guilt formed in the pit of Sybil's chest. It was selfish to want the man to stay here, but it was so lonely. There weren't all that many people that paid Sybil much mind at all. Staring at the front of the student's boots, the thoughts shifted, a deep melancholy beginning to present above all else. This wasn't something that would be resolved in a way that would make the sensation go away.

A slow shake of the head is given, as a glance is given towards the door. It hurt less to simply move along, "... He'll be here, shortly. Do you wish to know anything else?" The question is offered, eyes glancing towards Korik.
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The Mariners were in a way what Koriks path in Uthaldria. He was a Kriger, a defender. He aided in protecting him home and the citizens among it. His hand rubbed his chin as he thought about it. Fighting people of the sea? It was an interesting idea. He knew nothing of the Mer nor could he recall ever seeing one. But anyone who would rage war deserved to get met with an able bodied warrior. "I see. And these Mariners, are they all humans?" he asked.

This place held many secrets. Things that Korik was not used to. He missed the sun warmed fields of Uthaldria but made no remark about the cold wind that blue. The snow that fell from the sky was ignored to the best of his ability. Viden was a city that, in all honesty, the Lotharro could never see himself staying in. It was to restricted. While he was sure that he could find many a challenge and grow himself as a legend. He did not long to do it here. His eyes returning to the student for a moment. Though his interest in this person had grown quickly. More than just a lustful urge to claim the soft features. To bring an intense closeness between them.

Korik just wasn't used to the way they acted. The shy glances and turning from him. The soft features being lit a blaze by the embarrassment. Hands working across his body to bring him great relief. Sybil had in all means captured the Lotharro's attention. Had it not been for his quest and the dangers that it would hold, than Korik would try to convince them to travel with him. To explore the world on their with him, on their journey back to Uthaldria. A sly smile spreading on his face at the idea of Sybil's skin being kissed by the sun. Imagining but for a moment what the soft student would look like with tanned skin.

Not that it mattered, anyone could train and become a decent fighter. Ones birth was important, the way they were raised, but it did not restrict one from doing what they wished. Though the Lotharro was curious about these men. He wanted to see them, to see what they wore and how they fought. Many questions crossed his mind. What weapons did they use? What armor did they wear? How were they trained? The man was always looking for new ways to improve himself. New ways to tackle a fight and if he could use these Mariners ways for his own sake than it would be worth checking out. Though none of it was asked.

It didn't matter at the moment. There were plenty of more important things going on at the moment. As the student looked down towards their boots, they would hear him clear his throat and offer them a smile. He pushed up from the table and stood to his feet. Grabbing the chair he slid it closer to Sybil. Settling back down he looked at them. "Tell me what is wrong?" he said firmly. It wasn't a request as much as an order. They were here to meet someone that could help Korik find his brother. But in the mean time he would use what time they had to comfort Sybil. To draw the student out of their self inflicted torment. His wide shoulders only but a few inches, maybe a foot, away from the student now. If they wanted to reach out and touch him they could with no issue.



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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

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"Well, it tends to be a split, really." Sybil admits, with a slow roll of the shoulders. While the student had very little insight on the exact demographics and census of the Rangers itself, some educated guesses could be made, in that regard, "Mostly humans and eidisi. They're the bulk of the population, and usually only the people that live here have any willingness to protect the land. Unless they're some sort of eccentric foreign academic." A slow shrug of the shoulders is given, as Sybil tries to carry on, burying deep those burrowing thoughts that intruded upon the mind itself, "... But we also take in people of mixed species too, so... Maybe there's a ton of them? Don't know why Idalos hates them, really."

The man had made his approach. Pulling the chair over with him, it was something that brought some level of calmness to Sybil's mind. Another distraction, between now and the inevitable. A weak smile crossed the student's face, as Korik neared. The intent of what he was offering was clear as day. It was something that was recognizable as an attempt to help. But it was something that couldn't be simply wished away. Even as he commanded a response, Sybil could only pause, and keep up that expression. It was clear that there was a mild amount of hurt behind those eyes. A glance to the side, a deep breath is taken, a hand reaching out towards the man's collarbone, "I just, value our ti-"

The tavern's door opens, as it usually does at this hour. It was old, rusted, and very much audible to everyone in the room. No-one spared a passing glance to the person that entered. It was someone in plainclothes, perhaps decidedly overtly so. One thing that the Rangers knew how to do, was camouflage. The man, who wore a ratty cloak, had added pattings of dirt and dust all about his clothing, all but caking it into the fabric and furs itself. He looked somewhat disgusting, and perhaps overkill when it came to fitting in, but his methods were somewhat sound. He pauses for a moment, as Sybil begins to speak, glancing about the room. He has to allow some time to pass, before his eyes settle on the two, sitting at the table. Eyes lowering to the two, a slow nod is given, before approaching, "Snow, I presume?" Asks the man, casually pulling up a chair to the two. He doesn't seem to mind Korik, only casting him a sidelong view. His voice was smooth, confident, and while not the masculine baritone, was something that carried with it a level of authority that could only come from practiced dictation. It was how they were trained, after all. His dark, swarthy skin only visible from the parts of his face that could be seen, and a minor swathe on either arm, around the wrists, where the gloves start and the sleeves end, "And your friend. Don't believe I got a name from him."

The man obviously posed no threat, by his posturing. His ease with blending in with the two, as though he belonged was uncanny. As though he had done this before. He flashes his yellowed teeth in the direction of Sybil and Korik. Waiting for the Lotharro's response, "I'm the one you two owe a favor to, for information."
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Re: [Devil's Advocate] Of wretched machinations

Thu May 02, 2019 8:29 pm

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Humans and another race that Korik was not sure of. They protected the land together. A shrug and a shift was added with their answer. It was a fairly simple answer. With the add of the mixed race, Korik nodded his head. He had no thoughts of the mixed race beings, positive or negative. People had their own paths, their lives were made by strings of faith and Korik followed his own. A fate that stole his brother from him, a fate that brought him here. A chance to meet the student in what in fact was the Lotharro's time of need. A wild beginning to a hard journey that he would encounter. A chance to encounter something soft and gentle to lead him on his way.

"I just, value our ti-"

As the hand reached towards him, Korik almost leaned into it. Both wanting to provide comfort and feel the touch of the student. The door opened and a quick glance was tossed towards it. Noting the man that entered in their mud covered cloak and ratty attire. His eyes returning to Sybil as he settled back into the chair. As the man pulled up a chair, arms crossed his chest as he sat back. Annoyed at the sudden interruption, hoping for just a few more trills before they appeared.

Though it didn't matter now. The moment was gone and Korik could only hope that there would be a chance to talk in the future. A soft look towards Sybil before back to the informant. He wondered if he was to much for the student. Putting pressure on them when they were innocent of Koriks mistake. Part of him wished to speak up, to tell the student that they could leave if they so wished.

It wasn't his right to hold them from their life. "And your friend. Don't believe I got a name from him." Korik looked over them again. Noting any marks of their appearance. He didn't know much of the informant, only that they might have information. "Stahlmark." he answered simply. His indigo eyes studied the man before them. Trying to figure out who they really were, if they could be trusted. He shifted himself, moving his foot closer to Sybil's. Their legs almost brushing against each other as he waited for the man to speak.

"I'm the one you two owe a favor to, for information."

He would remain quiet, letting Sybil speak for them. The student was a lot wiser than Korik was. They knew more of the city than he did, more about the people and how they lived there.


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