@fervonian | Cont. from here
A click of his tongue is what Sett uses to acknowledge that he’s really hearing what she’s saying, maybe he should start vetting people a little harder when they step into the expansive halls of his pits. He makes a mental note of that for later. But now for the matter at hand--
“Curiosity tends to get folks killed,” he muses, “--no one ever taught ya not to stick your nose where it don’t belong?” The half-vastayan towers over her even as he leans against his desk with his hip, unmoved by her unshakeable confidence-- if anything, he simply flashes a predatory grin her way, the light catching on one of his fangs drenched in gold. As if the lavishly decorated office Sett called his wasn’t enough to show exactly how well off running his business really left him.
“What parts of it are ya so keen about learnin’ about, huh? Don’t tell me you’re wantin’ to show face in the pit.” Sett’s about to cackle, expression turning from something amused by the notion to instead ponder the idea legitimately.
Like a spark setting off in the back of his mind a light spreads across his face, “That actually… might bring in some of our best attendance, the blade witch of Navori…” His eyes slip closed imagining the roar of the crowd, ear flicking gently with a tilt of his head to truly envision it. “You said curiosity brought ya here-- think that’s enough to land you on my lineup?”













