CIAN
the eye
"Against multiple opponents as well, perhaps." The Eye agrees. Indeed the arena will be decidedly less welcoming than Torchline, and yet much more clearly defined. But more on that in a moment.
"Dorian does have a flair for the dramatic." Cian's lips twist into a slightly mocking smile, much kinship as he holds for the Orator, the man can be a bit much. "But it all has its place, the whispers, the shadows." He shrugs. "When you allow reputation to do its work, it frees you up to focus on other things."
If Ronin's reaction is the desired one, the Eye gives no indication. Instead, he meanders them down a corridor that suddenly smells like honeysuckle and sex, with loud piano music falling from open windows, just like the blue silks that line the shutters. "I guarantee this is not one you'll forget." Cian murmurs with a knowing smile, as he pushes open the rather unassuming door, leading them into another world altogether.
Inside is a world ravaged by velvet, lace, silk, and creaking floorboards. There is a small seating area for guests who need time to warm up, and a bar in the corner. Several doors line the walls leading to various rooms, hallways, and even scaffolds. Men and women pass by with eyes for only each other, though there are a few nods levied at Cian. "I'll be right back." The Eye informs Ronin, before moving toward a black door with gold hardware. "Get the man a drink, won't you?" He suggests to a salaciously dressed woman tending bar. Slipping inside the room, Ronin is left to his own devices.
"Dorian does have a flair for the dramatic." Cian's lips twist into a slightly mocking smile, much kinship as he holds for the Orator, the man can be a bit much. "But it all has its place, the whispers, the shadows." He shrugs. "When you allow reputation to do its work, it frees you up to focus on other things."
If Ronin's reaction is the desired one, the Eye gives no indication. Instead, he meanders them down a corridor that suddenly smells like honeysuckle and sex, with loud piano music falling from open windows, just like the blue silks that line the shutters. "I guarantee this is not one you'll forget." Cian murmurs with a knowing smile, as he pushes open the rather unassuming door, leading them into another world altogether.
Inside is a world ravaged by velvet, lace, silk, and creaking floorboards. There is a small seating area for guests who need time to warm up, and a bar in the corner. Several doors line the walls leading to various rooms, hallways, and even scaffolds. Men and women pass by with eyes for only each other, though there are a few nods levied at Cian. "I'll be right back." The Eye informs Ronin, before moving toward a black door with gold hardware. "Get the man a drink, won't you?" He suggests to a salaciously dressed woman tending bar. Slipping inside the room, Ronin is left to his own devices.
