CIAN
the eye
"No, I didn't think so." Cian chuckles as if taking some personal pride in the seedy underbelly of his home. And really, he does. Stormbreak is like a mare: proud and beautiful, but full of spitfire and venom. She requires care and understanding, and appreciation of her multiple personalities.
The Eye bites into the food he holds like any rogue might, and yet even in this act of barbarism he is cultured and elevated. Mumbling a few words to the merchant who cuts a strip off a rotating hunk of meat, he hands it toward the dragon, quick to pull back his fingers lest he be bitten. Cian thanks him, before nodding on down a crowded and lively side street.
"Tell me Ronin, to where can I tempt you? We both know you won't be missed at the training grounds." Not with what the demigod is capable of. "One of the pubs? A card game? Perhaps you might like to place a bet in one of the sparring rooms? Or spar yourself? There are parlours to quench any desire, fields for live music...?"
The Eye bites into the food he holds like any rogue might, and yet even in this act of barbarism he is cultured and elevated. Mumbling a few words to the merchant who cuts a strip off a rotating hunk of meat, he hands it toward the dragon, quick to pull back his fingers lest he be bitten. Cian thanks him, before nodding on down a crowded and lively side street.
"Tell me Ronin, to where can I tempt you? We both know you won't be missed at the training grounds." Not with what the demigod is capable of. "One of the pubs? A card game? Perhaps you might like to place a bet in one of the sparring rooms? Or spar yourself? There are parlours to quench any desire, fields for live music...?"
