[ ugh. a rogue. some blackguard making a living cutting purses and throats alike. they haven't shown outright hostility yet - at least, none past the level she's accustomed to - so even as she brings her second hand up to her sword, making it clear that she's still ready and able to fight, she makes no attempt to budge from her position. ]
Yet neither of us laugh. [ she stares him directly in the eye, trying to get a read on him- his motions, his motivations, anything. ] Are you searching for battle? Or a way out of this place?
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Yet neither of us laugh. [ she stares him directly in the eye, trying to get a read on him- his motions, his motivations, anything. ] Are you searching for battle? Or a way out of this place?