Hire...? [ Curious, the way the boy's expression flits from awe, to surprise, then to a look of sheer vexation which should have been reserved only for a Leithian elder, yelling at rapscallions to get off my farmland. And perhaps more intriguing by far, the way his (captive!) companion falls into easy pace with his speed—to any onlooker's eyes, they'd be little more than twin streaks of silver and gold, treading the fine line between being labeled as the cause of a ruckus (or, at least, more of a ruckus than the ongoings of Harvest week!) and maintaining perfect anonymity. ] But why, when I've secured your assistance for free?
[ —there it is again, that cheeky smile, and now, a somewhat daring grin...! They are swiftly closing in upon their targets, and for Sion, a Company administrator dressed down in civilian clothes, this is something akin to ...fun? Certainly, it is more exhilarating than pushing paper all day long! ]
Get ready--
[ Because in the instant they draw close enough, pitching forward with a great burst of haste, Sion intends to see his companion (who is, perhaps, more than the boy which he seems to be) swung forward by the link of their hands, and hurled (bowled???) straight into the bandits, the men much too preoccupied with their retreat to spare anything for their own defense. ]
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[ —there it is again, that cheeky smile, and now, a somewhat daring grin...! They are swiftly closing in upon their targets, and for Sion, a Company administrator dressed down in civilian clothes, this is something akin to ...fun? Certainly, it is more exhilarating than pushing paper all day long! ]
Get ready--
[ Because in the instant they draw close enough, pitching forward with a great burst of haste, Sion intends to see his companion (who is, perhaps, more than the boy which he seems to be) swung forward by the link of their hands, and hurled (bowled???) straight into the bandits, the men much too preoccupied with their retreat to spare anything for their own defense. ]