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Lyria had no experience with any that came from Vel Anir. Anirians were not in great numbers coming to Alliria, but she had met a handful during large parties. Foreign dignitaries often were invited, but Lyria could not summon any sort of sympathy for the elf. Not that he shared this information looking for it.
She quirked a brow, "Yes." A look of confusion deepened on her expression. "You said we may have business in common. Have you finally realised that I was truthful all along?"
Lyria recalled how his face looked as if he had been assessing her when she told him that hours ago. Only those that knew of such a nature would wonder, but those in her society cared not for the reclusive and fabled creatures that spanned across Arethil.
Instead, she carefully plucked the small figurine from the tabletop. She surveyed the shapes, envisioned how it would look in the end. After a moment, she placed it back down in the space between them. "I came to talk. That is what you wish to do, is it not?"
The shrill notes playing from the flute made her scrunch her face, her hand moving towards a sheath in her leather vest. She palmed a knife, hidden within her armour. After a moment, she pulled her hand away, empty.
She quirked a brow, "Yes." A look of confusion deepened on her expression. "You said we may have business in common. Have you finally realised that I was truthful all along?"
Lyria recalled how his face looked as if he had been assessing her when she told him that hours ago. Only those that knew of such a nature would wonder, but those in her society cared not for the reclusive and fabled creatures that spanned across Arethil.
Instead, she carefully plucked the small figurine from the tabletop. She surveyed the shapes, envisioned how it would look in the end. After a moment, she placed it back down in the space between them. "I came to talk. That is what you wish to do, is it not?"
The shrill notes playing from the flute made her scrunch her face, her hand moving towards a sheath in her leather vest. She palmed a knife, hidden within her armour. After a moment, she pulled her hand away, empty.
