Just as Sephiran suggest that they could meet whatever guard was in charge halfway, a smirk of his own spread across his features. “Well, when you put it like that, we’re really just doing them a favor then, aren’t we?” Aresenn responded, a quiet airy chuckle escaping through his nose as he righted himself from the shoulder check. Just as he made the decision to continue on through the entrance of the col, a new individual approached them- and she didn’t seem quite like the guard type, roughly the same age of themselves.
The antlered girl was clearly annoyed by their presence, glaring them down as she intercepted their path to the Marketplace. He could practically hear the venom in her words, though he himself remained unfazed and made no attempt to shove past her. “And just what kind would that be, sweetie.” He responded, meeting her eye contact with an amused sneer plastered over his expression. “I thought you Ar-maidens- or whatever you call yourselves- always bragged about your Marketplace being neutral ground and open to the public?” He said, maintaining that devil-may-care leer as he casually antagonized the girl to the best of his abilities. Getting under her skin might possibly be more fun than walking around some shops anyways.
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