[centre][color=Gray][h3][u]Fae Nikia[/u][/h3][/color][/centre]

	Fae suddenly felt a sense of trouble, sorrow and fear flood through him when she spewed out her first responses. It was the expression, and the tone...It gave him something to be quite fearful about. The grin, the jaw tighten, the mocking voice...Had he introduced a biased group into his homestead? What's more, were they going to be happy with him being of both blood? The way she listened had filled him with confidence, up until the last five words. [i]'I suppose even Magi do.'[/i] He wanted to respond, but she continued, and he listened on.

	She continued further and further down the rabbit hole. She wasn't creating a good impression to him. After seeing someone who potentially spared him out of sympathy, to only reveal as some sort of grudged individual started to cause his hair to stand on loose ends. She talked about Faran, in ways that gave him conclusions in his mind. She had seemed so lovely, so kind-hearted at first. It was someone he thought he could finally get along with, and relate to in some matters. But what she explained about Faran's actions began to prove an obvious answer. She was told by someone to chase after Faran, maybe with money or honour on the line. It began to make him tense up further. He had no need to attack anyone, because that wouldn't be the way of Sarkath. But this woman, had no idea who contracted her in the first place, did she?

	Jeanne, as he had given her the name due to her many titles, rambled about her life, her birthplace. Religious as such, it seemed to confuse him. Did her religion portray hatred and inequality throughout life? From what he knew, there was nothing of that from her origins. The coin that needed to be brought into her hands made him uncomfortable. What if he were just the next target, and she'd already won the game of cat and mouse? She tried justifying herself, but was contradicted by what she had said before. [i]'Nothing personal'[/i] didn't seem to fit her side of the story; the tale of her past seeming to cancel it out as if she never said it in the first place. It was time, at this point, to retaliate with his words. Peaceful needed to be his course of action. Nothing could be done to antagonise her.

[color=Gray][b]"Before we get to that answer...Let me just question you on some of your descriptions...A religious woman, you must be? Hailing from a place like such, referencing in casual blasphemy towards the local icon to that religion? I'm not a well informed man about this particular faith, but what does it believe in? Does it cherish equality and justice amongst the races of this realm? It doesn't add up to me, unless of course the religion supports the idea of biased segregation?"[/b][/color] His tone had slightly changed. It wasn't violent, no not one bit, but it was different, less relaxed. It almost sounded frightened to some degree. She would see it, his general worry. He was never subtle about his emotions when he needed to be.

[color=gray][b]"So you're a mercenary too? Hired because of a big price. Take the highest bidder, no matter what the reason is...Or who the bidder was? You are aware of who sets these prices on Magi, do you? I wouldn't be surprised if the Lord General of the Thalburn had set such a bounty on Faran, seeing as the two have run into each other before...But what would anger such people? Oh, that reminds me...That concert was filled with many Thalburn representatives. Now, I can see your...Anger...Towards Faran for the casualties in-between, and let me assure you...So am I? But what does that make me? Does that make me any different from you? I bet Faran himself even regrets it. He usually does...You know, especially because he kills for a cause, and not cash."[/b][/color] His words were flowing quickly. His mind buzzed with questions and answers that were too quick to catch up with, even for himself. She could be readying a dagger as they spoke. Fae had to plan his words carefully, because in no doubt she was going to cut his throat. He better make it count.

[color=Gray][b]"And I can see it in the expression...There'll be a cliche amongst the group, won't there? Magi killed a family member, I presume? It isn't an angry mock towards the issue, any issue like that is sad. But if something, anything, is remotely similar to being wronged in the past does not justify the actions you've just described to me. What is it that ALL magi are guilty of, exactly? Do you not just hunt down humans, or only take orders from dictators? Why not just grab a job for the Thalburn King? I hear he pays more money for practically the same job...Don't you stop to think about individuality? Not ever Magi user is a war-criminal. I've seen both sides. There's no difference except abilities. It's either you fear them, or you are jealous of them. Both of which don't show much thought being put into a matter. If it were the other way around, wouldn't you agree with my statement, if I were hunting down Magi or Humans? And if you are only hunting down the Magi for coin...Well then, I don't think I should bother putting my opinion forward on that. And with what Faran did...Don't you think it's wiser to openly act for a cause, than to hunt in the shadows without one? Might give you something to think about."[/b][/color]

	His voice had lowered as he took to his feet. It wasn't mocking, angered or hostile. It was sorrowful, defensive-ish and almost informative. It was his job in life to do this, to ensure he expressed himself before death. Fae's arm took the hatchet from the table in where it was placed and into his sheathe quickly. It didn't indicate any type of hostility or attack, seeing as he moved away before committing to such an action. He had to give it to her, she was strong in her faith...Even if it was against what he wanted in life. Confidence in opinion was not something that was common these days, and many just followed the common rabble.

[color=Gray][b]"I can respect you for being so strong and confident to tell me all of this information. Must take a lot of gut and self-discipline to do so, am I right?"[/b][/color] Perhaps his flood of questions against what she had said was too much for her, or perhaps not enough. He didn't care. She'd kill him no matter what, wouldn't she? Especially after he answered the last question. He moved away from the desk slightly, and lit another few candles and lanterns around the room, lighting it up more. Documents and letters pinned onto the wall became visible. Each had stories of missions, of combined operations between the members of the rebellion.

[color=gray][b]"So let me just answer that question truthfully, even with the fear of my own safety...I'm a half-blood. Magi and Human parents...Magi powers are present, but not as powerful or long-lasting as the rest. You want more comforting with knowledge? I can form an outer-layer of skin, or armour, consisting of hard rock-substances as a short defensive. But after saying that...Are you going to kill me? You hate Magi right, and I'm half of what you despise, if not your group. So if you plan on doing so, go ahead...But heath what I have to ask. Does me being one make you fearful, like most magi do when near a human? Does me being one make me untrustworthy, despite me putting all my trust in you this minute? I have many prices on my head, why not claim them now? Because there's a world that I can see, somewhere in the future...Where I know what I've done today will end what you might do now...If you do it, that is...Jeanne.."[/b][/color]