[Młynar takes an involuntary step back at the woman’s strange behaviour. His instincts scream warnings, telling him that this was no dazed innocent. People who speak like that tend to be volatile sadists, much like an assassin he had once known.]
Aren't you a terrifying one? Don’t worry, I don’t intend to put your theory of fragility to the test with pointless violence unless you force the matter.
[Despite his words, the sword remains drawn, with a quiet hum and dim light emerging from its hilt. Lowering his guard feels like a terrible idea under these circumstances. She’s quite literally dressed to kill, after all. However, he’s content to lean against the cave wall and return her gaze with a golden stare as he speaks.]
Besides, your strange outfit tells me that we’re fellow sinners, condemned to this place by strange parchments. It’s in both of our interests to confirm that we’re not threats to the other.
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Aren't you a terrifying one? Don’t worry, I don’t intend to put your theory of fragility to the test with pointless violence unless you force the matter.
[Despite his words, the sword remains drawn, with a quiet hum and dim light emerging from its hilt. Lowering his guard feels like a terrible idea under these circumstances. She’s quite literally dressed to kill, after all. However, he’s content to lean against the cave wall and return her gaze with a golden stare as he speaks.]
Besides, your strange outfit tells me that we’re fellow sinners, condemned to this place by strange parchments. It’s in both of our interests to confirm that we’re not threats to the other.