"Simply Lady," she replied in mild amusement, "As I imagine you are not simply, Ira. Still good to know nonetheless." Taking another drink, she studied the two as Ira lounged over the countertop. They had her at a slight disadvantage already, having seen her armor and her sword, they would know her class already. Mag was much larger, befitting a stronger, knight class. He didn't look lithe, like a proper Lancer. Perhaps this was their Rider. The smaller of the two, Ira, reminded her a bit of a cat in his mannerisms. He would be harder to discern, but she was certain that he was no Assassin. He was far too flamboyant for the shadows. It was all conjecture at that point, however one thing remained certain. Either one of them could be the stolen servant from her Mistresses' family.
Her eyes traveled from one man to the other curiously, while Ira spoke of their prior conversation. "Aye it is different from my own home. The air is different, the food, which I must admit, while not necessary I am eager to try, and even the libations," she agreed, holding up her glass, "Though I find that the important things are very much the same. There are still the innocent and those who would do harm. There is still life and death, and all trials between. When you consider our role in this world, in that way it is no different. We have a duty to conduct ourselves cleanly. Would you both not agree?"
She took a long sip of her drink and finished off the last of the liquor. The presence she felt was growing stronger and closer to their location, but she said nothing. They could feel it as much as herself, if they were paying attention.
Her eyes traveled from one man to the other curiously, while Ira spoke of their prior conversation. "Aye it is different from my own home. The air is different, the food, which I must admit, while not necessary I am eager to try, and even the libations," she agreed, holding up her glass, "Though I find that the important things are very much the same. There are still the innocent and those who would do harm. There is still life and death, and all trials between. When you consider our role in this world, in that way it is no different. We have a duty to conduct ourselves cleanly. Would you both not agree?"
She took a long sip of her drink and finished off the last of the liquor. The presence she felt was growing stronger and closer to their location, but she said nothing. They could feel it as much as herself, if they were paying attention.
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