CIAN
the eye
'A good point.' Cian muses dryly, though there's amusement in his pale stare. "Perhaps we could tie your hands behind your back? Make you fight blindfolded? Not let you use any magic?" He raises a brow as if to suggest that there were endless ways of neutering the Star's abilities.
"More what?" Cian wonders, already walking toward the building which at any time offered spars to spectate or enter into. "More secret meetings? Notes to be decoded?" The Eye offers Ronin a look that is shockingly transparent as he cracks a smile. "That mystique has its time and place." The alley twists and the tone turns decidedly more warm; the lights are brighter, the voices merrier, the bodies around them closing in comfortable. "I wouldn't say now is the time or place for it, though."
As for his favourite places to visit?
"Mother Molly's. The whorehouse." He doesn't dress up his description, the men and women within needing aboslutely no assistance from the Eye in that regard. "Actually, I have a bit of business there first. Do you mind if we stop in?"
"More what?" Cian wonders, already walking toward the building which at any time offered spars to spectate or enter into. "More secret meetings? Notes to be decoded?" The Eye offers Ronin a look that is shockingly transparent as he cracks a smile. "That mystique has its time and place." The alley twists and the tone turns decidedly more warm; the lights are brighter, the voices merrier, the bodies around them closing in comfortable. "I wouldn't say now is the time or place for it, though."
As for his favourite places to visit?
"Mother Molly's. The whorehouse." He doesn't dress up his description, the men and women within needing aboslutely no assistance from the Eye in that regard. "Actually, I have a bit of business there first. Do you mind if we stop in?"
