She gazes away slightly, a subtle shrug of her shoulders following the motion before violet eyes focused back on him. Bigger picture was a way to put it. She supposed if she had been hyper-fixated in the small things that happened, sheād have gone insane in that hell of a place long ago.
ā I suppose so. Though, I canāt say I feel particular animosity towards taking the money from the nobles around the area.Ā ā She spoke, her tone hinting the accent of her birthplace, but also how nonchalant she felt towards her own words.
He did not look like your average Noxian. In fact, he looked far from them, perhaps one of the reasons she approached him in the first place. Curiosity, perhaps⦠Her knowledge about the culture of other places was strictly due to hearsay, and his looks did not spark any presumptions of where he was from, at least not from the top of her head.
There was one thing, however. One thing that made him similar to the rest she had encountered. ThatĀ ādarlingā⦠She seemed to gloss over it, but her lips did purse slightly for a moment once she heard it.Ā ā Judging by the trust in your wit, I would not imagine youād care much for it either. Gladly for you it seems some are very willing to waste their money on this.Ā ā
āNah, I wouldnāt say theyāre wasting their money. Itās going to a good cause,ā Fate says, pulling up the lapels on his coat. He scans the streets, watching for figures in the shadows. Lingering around at the scene of oneās victory was no way to get discovered, basking in the afterglow of another successful scheme.
If Malcolm were around, his nose would be able to sniff out some comfy, out-of-the-way bar to wind down at. But Fate had been going around Noxus as a lone wolf for some time. Sometimes, it got lonely not having someone to share a nightās company.
He considers the company before him. She was elegant and seemed to have an even temperament. More importantly, she didnāt bat an eye at the way he chose to make a living. He supposes thatās something all foreigners in Noxus share.
āShuriman, sayida?ā Switching to Shuriman was almost as comfortable as slipping into a favorite pair of loafers. āSpent my eighteenth name day in Nashramae, drinking and watching the stars on the rooftops. Sometimes I miss those days.ā