Such confidence in such a lovely little elf. Do your worst, pretty thing.

"Wait, ma'am-" his voice was warm, his foreign accent disarming as he turned to stop her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"These streets aren't safe for a beautiful woman to be walking all alone... I don't mean to overstep but, shouldn't you have a guide with you? A guard...?"

He took a small breath to calm his agitation and let a sweet, open smile slide onto his face like a well-worn mask as she stepped around him.

She looked naive, like she still believed in kindness. He could work with that.+

A woman, small and well-dressed and flanked by slaves. He'd almost dismissed her entirely, what use to him was a woman who already had slaves? But she was rich, and she was staring at him, and he knew that look. He could find some use in that look.+

Nobody wanted to give credit to a dirty fucking elf, though, and he'd burned out all his good will with this one.

The prick had cut him off.

It was in those shadows, distracted with the shaking of his hands and the fantasy of revenge, that he nearly collided with someone. +

In the shadows behind the cafe where his last contact had dropped him cold, he fumed.

He just needed another hit, he'd begged. He'd pay it back this time, he'd promised! It's just that the fucking dragons were breathing down his neck and he couldn't catch a mark but as soon as he did...+

So eager~ Now why don't we go somewhere else and you can show me what else you can swallow so eagerly, hm?