“I’m…”
{I take a second to come up with a…}
“…It’s just the body. I’ve… never seen someone dead before. It’s…”
{…It’s not exactly false. But he’ll think I’m anything but empathetic if I keep not addressing the subject too.}
{I do feel bad. It just… didn’t really effect me beyond that.}
{…}
“…Rough. And sad. And I can’t imagine the two people he left behind are going to have a good week, even disregarding the…”
She trails off.
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Drakor awkwardly nodded. “That is reasonable.”
He walked in silence for a while, then sighed. “I have seen so much death that I fear I may be becoming desensitized to it. Thank you for the reminder.”
“You look…”
She suddenly stops, then turns to try and make out his figure behind the mask.
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“…Pretty… young for that. Being a mercenary or-”
{Ah.}
“…Uhm.”
(Well, there’s no better person to ask about his last whereabouts than his wife, right?)
Lionel approaches Nyna
“Greetings. I understand you’re grieving right now, and I cannot imagine the pain you must be going through. I want to make this right, and I think that requires us to bring the killer to justice.”
He takes a deep breath.
“But I think solving this mystery will require information, and you’re the one who I trust to know his whereabouts right before the time of death the most. So… when was the last time you saw him, if you remember?”
“I am no mercenary,” Drakor said. “But I am no assassin, either.”
He tapped one of his swords lightly. “Like my parents before me, I seek the monsters that would threaten my village and kill them before they can inflict harm. Rest assured, I have no quarrel with you.”
“I would… imagine you wouldn’t take an enemy out on a shopping trip, no.”
She thinks back to something. “What sort of monsters are you hunting?”
“The worst sort,” Drakor said quietly. “The human kind.”
“Is there several?”
“Or just him?”
Drakor gripped the pommel of his sword, then settled into an oddly flat voice. “That man is my best lead. My sister was the only survivor who could provide a coherent description.”
He exhaled slowly, then released his hand. “Once I locate the man, I intend to track him back to the others.”
You almost see her smile. Almost. It was imperceptible, maybe you made it up, maybe it was out of nervousness, surely nothing that could be acted upon…
“How did that lead you here?”
Drakor shrugged. “I’ve just been searching all of the villages in this area. No luck so far, though.”
“That seems…”
{Inefficient.}
“…Tough. Sorry.”
Whatever it is she might’ve done, she does look sorrowful upon hearing of his plight.
Drakor nodded in recognition. “Thank you. If you hear or see anything, please let me know.”
She nodded back, and continued walking.
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