Luciel's tail swished at Sev's response, their expression holding but losing some of its edge. [color=bc8dbf]"Fine, it is,"[/color] They replied, slightly disappointed but understanding as they tilted their head to follow the man's mannerisms, noticing how their eyes looked seemingly everywhere or rather [i]anywhere[/i] but down. Luciel could empathize...and then realized that he was probably staring, finding quick excuse to address his patient who thanked him. The tiefling offered a curtsey in response, [color=bc8dbf]"Ah, not at-taall. Given zee circumstances, iz zee least I could do. Alzough, I vould hope eit be a scarcity ouf my talents in zee future, ah?"[/color]
Though their grip on common slipped for a moment, the sentiment was a relatable one, phrased in a somewhat grimly knowing joke which roused a chuckle from them as they paced a few steps towards the hill before noticing Jeets returning down the hill.

Luciel offered a small wave as Jeets returned and offered all of them each the small vial of curious red liquid. Truly a rarity even for a vagabond like the performer, who'd seen such tinctures in windows or behind the glass of display cases at marketplace vendor stalls, to hold one, however? Their tail expressively coiled as they held the gift up to an eye, even using their other hand to lift their shaded spectacles up to gaze through the contents with an audible 'oooh'. [color=bc8dbf]"Szank you Jeets, I vill attempt to keep eit from goink to vaste,"[/color] Luciel remarked with a small bow of their head, tucking the glass container into a pocket on their messenger bag, quickly catching up the group as he'd been distracted as the rest had started off while their guide had already began walking as they talked.

Entering the cave, it was not long before the tiefling took off their glasses, tucking them into their bag and blinking a few times with a sigh of relief. [color=bc8dbf]"Iz not a complaint, Jeets, but vould eit not haf been faster to travel overland?"[/color] Luciel asked after a minute, not entirely understanding why they were underground and whimsically hoping they were being lead to an underground city of sorts. Luci was...well, he was hardly one to stereotype, and merely had no clue what Jeets was and figuring it would be rude to ask. Dwarves, gnomes and halflings all looked so similar to him that he just stop asking as he was certainly one to talk when it came to racial disparity.
Seemingly in response Jeets stopped to direct their attention to two individuals in the middle of the tunnel. The others made it quite clear they had no intention of going with the two what with how Jeets and Sev readied themselves. In a slightly unexpected hustle of their hand to their pack, Luciel produced their own dagger.

[color=bc8dbf]"N-now zehn, I believe zeht your master has made quite zee mistake,"[/color] Luciel began with a small nervous chuckle, tucking the scabbard back into his bag. Holding their hands and dagger close to themselves in an awkward attempt at a defensive stance, they continued, [color=bc8dbf]"I highly doubt eit vould be [i]us[/i] you are seekink."[/color]
In a flourish, Luciel extended their right hand, catching the dagger it held on the rounded pommel to give it a spin on the back of their hand. [color=bc8dbf]"Vee ahr...how you say?"[/color] the previously meek tiefling cooed, bumping the blade into the air and catching it backwards with their left hand, their right swiftly drawing a small pinch of wool plucked from their bag in a slight of hand. How they held the clump of tangled fibers up, their lowered stance made it seem almost just as significant and threatening as the display and stance with which they clutched their weapon.

[color=bc8dbf][i]"New in town~"[/i][/color]

In all hopefulness, Luciel prayed the 'razzle-dazzle' of their attempt at intimidation would at least throw the two accosting individuals off their game...and that they didn't know enough about bard magic to suss out the actual weightlessness in the brandishing of the clump of wool, significant only in its insignificance.