ISAR
Arm yourself
Ah. So they had progressed to exchanging names. Interesting. This stranger was more outgoing than him by far; Isar had never been much for small talk, and profound loneliness over the past handful of years had robbed him of the charms he once possessed. He had known how to smile once, but didn't feel the need or inclination to pretend anymore.
"Isar Sindri," he returned, bottomless eyes narrowing in recognition of the Halovian accent. His was similar, but not identical - he wondered if anyone would truly be able to pick out the Whitebrim drawl for what it was anymore. Not many had survived a visit and been able to leave with their tongues intact. "Mmmh... if it's not Dygra, I don't care," he shrugged. "Are you hiring?"
It was a spur of the moment question. Impulsive, but at this point, what did he have to lose? At the very least he might be able to scrape up enough to find himself a room somewhere.
"Isar Sindri," he returned, bottomless eyes narrowing in recognition of the Halovian accent. His was similar, but not identical - he wondered if anyone would truly be able to pick out the Whitebrim drawl for what it was anymore. Not many had survived a visit and been able to leave with their tongues intact. "Mmmh... if it's not Dygra, I don't care," he shrugged. "Are you hiring?"
It was a spur of the moment question. Impulsive, but at this point, what did he have to lose? At the very least he might be able to scrape up enough to find himself a room somewhere.
Because no one else here will save you
