This black-haired man in a wheelchair watches as the pompous mage girl walks down the stairs, followed soon after by one of the noble lady's guards. They don't look happy. So the mage was not an acquaintance after all? Did she intuit that the girl with the guards looked anxious too? Is she trying to help them? Basing on the mere minute he encountered her on the dock, she would only half-assedly help someone while trying to make herself look good.

	It would seem he still holds a grudge over that scenario. He acknowledges within himself that it's immature to hold onto such thoughts, and yet he's veritably invested in this anxious noble's situation. Not so much as to help, but just to know. That too is immature, but when you've abandoned the notion of basic needs, superficial ones tend to take their place.

	"[color=fdc68a]If you don't deem it rude of me to ask,[/color]" he asked the noble lady, "[color=fdc68a]what did she offer you?[/color]"