[ he mirrors her with his own glance around the room, hunching closer to the counter as he does so. the atmosphere is admittedly more mellow than he’d anticipated, a testament to the tight ship he knows elvara runs — but this is still certainly not his scene. he tuts as he turns back to her. ] really ? come now , you mustn’t make such improbable bets . you have a reputation to uphold , don’t you ? [ there’s a sly lilt to his tone. the undercity will always be his home, but truthfully, staying on the fringes suits him just fine. until he has something worthwhile to offer, at least. yet for all her words, elvara has never seemed to consider him invaluable; so here he is, back at her counter again. his demeanor sobers, thumb tapping in ernest. ] you haven’t , eh , heard anything of singed , have you ? he’s not where i thought he’d be .
* / that like my mom left me in the grocery store omg