Viktor's eyebrows twitched upwards in a rare show of surprise. He had rather been enjoying the conversation with the woman. Not many would start a discussion on the necessities of truths and lies with a creature as old as he. Athough he had gravely misunderstood the situation, much to his disappointment. Only black and white, only absolutes. If eight hundred years of life had taught him anything, nothing was certain and everything changed.  

“[color=92278f]If that is what you wish. I harbor no such conceptions of our persons but perhaps you mistook my intent.[/color]” Viktor fumbled through his money and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it off to the merchant. “[color=92278f]A simple debate over our points of disagreement creates not rivers but bridges. After all if neither words nor time can change those whom bend to both their wills, what future does any race or creature have but utter destruction? Nevertheless, I'll be full glad to remove myself from your presence at your behest. Those who see not gradient are no different than that which drove away the Dusk. And now history weeps at their hands, Her blood on their hands.[/color]” He took the receipt and turned away. He still needed those ear plugs. He let his magic surround him once more before checking the note his coworker had given him with a confused glance.

"[color=92278f]Pray child if it is not much burden, direct me to this merchant. I fear the market's paths still escape my memory.[/color]" He held the note out for the elf to see, Nadia's Knick Knacks scribbled on the paper.

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