She shrugged with a sly smirk, her gaze sharply fixed on him. She watched every movement and expression the boy allowed to see. No-one was waiting for him? No family? No friends? What a shame, a young soul to be alone on a night like this. Nevertheless, it was the right opportunity for the woman.
The boy keenly announced his name as Amarant. He had bumbling energy and enthusiasm. Cute but far from strength and maturity in her opinion. A pity, she expected an adult to act like one but it seemed not. How did he end up in Arcanum? Lost or abandoned?
"I go by Aislinn," She stated deeply, slowly dipping her head. She continued with words wrapped in a sweet and honey-like tone. "Tell me, young one, why is one such as yourself in... Arcanum?"
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