“I know what this looks like, and I’ll admit, it definitely doesn’t look good. But I’ll ask you to consider for just a moment, that it is not what it looks like. I mean, it is what it looks like, well - sort of. Not exactly. Look, it’s a long story - but I hope you’ll consider the opposite. And maybe tell them that it’s not. What it looks like, I mean.”
Acelin glanced at his hand, and - realizing being armed wouldn’t help his case - quickly dropped the knife he held and smiled uneasily.
Looking at the red-head with disinterest, Noir raised her left hand and pointed her sword at his throat. She studied his strange appearance. His clothes were unknown. He didn’t look like a soldier either. Was he a street urchin, perhaps? Noir eyed one of the soldiers under her command and gestured for them to pick up the knife. She didn’t need to make a big deal out of him. Though she wasn't about to let her guard down, only an imbecile would walk into an armed camp with only a knife to defend himself.
❝ I don’t want to deal with him right now. ❞