Dirt regards Misha with narrowed eyes. The fellow Tiefling remains impassive, tail flicking at Raphael's new toy. Oh this was rich. A new Tiefling in Raphael's domain? and a bard? Dirt would have been intimidated if the Tiefling was another hired assassin. The Bhaalspawn pet circles him with a smile, all teeth.
❝So,❞ he drawls. ❝You're the new pound of flesh around here. I must say it is a pleasure to be amidst another Tiefling...❞ his golden collar glints beneath the House of Hope's lighting. ❝And you sought Raphael out❞ much like himself. ❝I take it you haven't come here for a simple roof over your head...❞ - @dirtandclay (hi, hello!! :)
@dirtandclay (yay thank yoouuu)
Ooh, lovely collar. It seems the House of Hope has a guard dog.
Misha takes the attention in stride, not at all offput by the impromptu inspection. The tiefling in front of him clearly ranks higher in the house than the others he's seen wandering the opulent halls (if the gold is anything to go by) so it would be advantagous to get on his good side.
"It's not every day a position like this opens up," he responds, casual, comfortable. "A residency in the house of a devil, and with open audition no less? I could not imagine a more interesting gig."
Misha smiles at the stranger, his face bright and open. He seems almost too easy to trust. He holds his hand out in introduction. Rough, calloused fingers but pristine nails, Misha is clearly a trained musician and not a man of hard labour.
"I'm Misha, newly acquired resident entertainer. Lovely to make your acquaintance."