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[sub][color=7b5d92]✧     Location: Soft Haven - Bounty House  ✧     Purse: 20 copper     ✧  Interactions:    ✧[/color][/sub][/center]

Small cogs had begun to wind inside his mind. Taking in the motions of the lanky person now known as Kyreth. He hadn't fully anticipated him to step back while he went forth. Though it now marked him as an anti confrontational person. Someone of his stature should've stood tall, towered over him, and attempted to use it as an advantage to force him to shirk away. But Kyreth simply matched paces back as if reflexively moving in a manner he'd been used to his entire life. His partner however had much more confidence and control. Only later to admit to her uses as a proverbial bard having placed her either close enough to altercations to actually lend credit to his boast or having her had only listened to tales of those she met and using her charismatic showmanship make her seem more confident than she really was.

Ermes couldn't help but listen in to what she was relaying to the receptionist. Key words standing out from Buscon, to Genisian, to the word Asvari being used twice. Once for her and another for her tall companion. His attention was split however, listening in and out to the tale Cerriac was tell Ceolfric about the beast that roams the lands. A supposed curse laid upon by an orcs final breath in a battle long ago. His answer however wasn't particularly satisfying. It amounted to little more than [i]Yes we've heard of an issue and will handle it eventually[/i]. Ermes decidedly turned his full attention towards the blue pianist and away from Kyreth, arms crossed in his leather jacket as he had a slight pout. His right hand fiddled with the pommel of his sword as he thought about what to say.

Finally he blew air towards a tuft of shadow that moved past his eye. He raised his hand up slightly before speaking, an old habit from back home that hadn't left him even after the years had passed. [Color=7b5d92]"I have a question."[/color] There was a short pause as he debated on if he should truly ask. It felt almost humiliating to do so but finally he spoke out again. [Color=7b5d92]"The man over there referred to those two as Asvari or something. What does that mean? Is it like another Classification of Aetherborn or?"[/color] Ermes lowered his hand once more, shoving them both into his pockets.