Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
"Oh so this place is sentimental. That's like making the argument, 'You can't buy her! She's my mother.' Mother or not, everything has a price." Hemin sighed in deep relief, seeing as this man had his head squarely on his shoulders and diffused his little ruse with a couple of matter-of-fact remarks. Too bad, though. He would've pushed a little more if all he was going to get from the interaction was a half-a-second smile.
"Hmm, if I were to see the boss, I'd probably avoid his attention as I snooped around the place to see if it really were as priceless as you described it to me. Hemin's the name. Rhymes with lemon." After letting go of Amun's hand, he traced the edge of the table with his fingers. The steel was wondrously smooth to the touch, almost like ice, and the metal continued to shift. He considered the man's question, and wondered if this was what he could do with his attention divided, then undivided this man was probably a genius.
"It can't be you that's fancy, is it? What are you doing in the Grounds with magic like that?" To his knowledge, most magic wielders would rather choke than be found in the Grounds. He tensed up a little as well, for he had a working theory that it was magic that killed his mother. He didn't know whether to be scared, angry, or wary. All of the above seemed an option, but he tapped on the metal table and looked up at Amun, hoping to suspend judgement til he got more information.
"Hmm, if I were to see the boss, I'd probably avoid his attention as I snooped around the place to see if it really were as priceless as you described it to me. Hemin's the name. Rhymes with lemon." After letting go of Amun's hand, he traced the edge of the table with his fingers. The steel was wondrously smooth to the touch, almost like ice, and the metal continued to shift. He considered the man's question, and wondered if this was what he could do with his attention divided, then undivided this man was probably a genius.
"It can't be you that's fancy, is it? What are you doing in the Grounds with magic like that?" To his knowledge, most magic wielders would rather choke than be found in the Grounds. He tensed up a little as well, for he had a working theory that it was magic that killed his mother. He didn't know whether to be scared, angry, or wary. All of the above seemed an option, but he tapped on the metal table and looked up at Amun, hoping to suspend judgement til he got more information.
I may not be there to remind you.
