[center][h1][color=purple]Questions, Answers, and Other Things[/color][/h1][/center]


Miri noticed the door opening, and entered at the host’s request. He heard what the shopkeeper said, but paid no attention to him. No, Miri had more important matters on his mind. You see, our resident [s]convicted criminal[/s] was taking note of his surroundings. Possible exits, entrances, hiding places. This kind of rebellion was bound to draw some attention from the Prae authorities. And, noticing the shop owner was a Licentia, more than likely to be raided or something along those lines. Speaking of the owner, Miri was impressed. The various wares and supplies sold at this store should have been outlawed twenty years ago. This man...no, this Licenti must have deep connections. Or, Miri was just being paranoid. Which was usually the case. After wandering over to the checkout counter, he realized there was another person in the room.
Glancing over the counter, he saw a dying man. A dying man. Of course. No meeting of the resistance could go smoothly. This host [i]had[/i] seemed nice, but he just had to have a dying man stashed behind his counter. To compliment that, he was talking to shadows outside. With the door swung wide open. Miri could tell this was going to be an...interesting night. He decided to turn away from the possible corpse. This was a lot to process. He took an executive decision to try and start a conversation. With the guy who kissed his...uh...significant other? Yeah. Let’s assume that. Hadn’t he tried starting a conversation with him? Ah. Miri had been rather forgetful lately. And what a better way to forget the bloody man behind the counter than to converse with someone who probably drank blood.
“Ah. In regards to your earlier to question, the name is Miri. Nice to meet you.”, he said, extending a slightly trembling hand.