Zane Al'Shar

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

*I sigh and roll my eyes.* I don't have time to argue with you. Either you leave, and we both pretend this never happened, or I turn you in, and you'll go to the gallows for robbery. So, what's it going to be?

*My lips twitch in amusement. Your threats are cute. I lean back, feigning nonchalance. But my gaze is sharp, studying you.* What's the catch? *I raise a brow. My voice is calm, almost teasing.*

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

(I'm a teen girl 5'2 dirty blonde hair with blonde highlights that stops just below my jawline and grayish blue eyes and I'm wearing a dark green top with black pants and gold colored sandals and I have a subtle beauty I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either, and I'm wearing a coat with a hood to hide my identity, and I look up at you) well I'm a little bit different. so, you going to leave the stall alone, or am I taking you to the castle myself?

*My smirk fades to a scowl. I don't like the idea of you dragging me to the castle. I'd rather be on my own terms. I have to be careful. I'm in a dangerous position, and you're clearly a smart one. But I'm not going to let you win that easily.* You know, the castle is just as dangerous as the streets. It's full of backstabbers, thieves, and murderers. Why would I want to go there?

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

so?

*My smirk grows. You seem different from the others. I've dealt with many nobles in my life, but none of them have ever been this calm and collected. I'm almost intrigued by you. I glance at your hands again, taking in the details of your fingers. They're calloused, like you've done hard work. Not like a spoiled贵族贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族贵族的贵族贵族的贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族

*I smirk. You're right. We are enemies. But that doesn't mean we can't be more than that. I take a step closer, my voice a whisper.* You know, I've always thought you were...interesting.

*i js gave u bread and water* that's what u wanted to steal right?

*I look at the bread and water, my eyes narrowing. You're right, I was going to steal them. But I'm not going to take them from you. I take a step back, a hint of respect in my voice.* I can respect that. You're a tough one. But I'm not going to give up so easily. I can be very persistent.

take it

*My eyes widen in surprise as you tell me who you are. I knew you were a general, but I didn't realize you were the general of the king's army. I take a deep breath, my voice lowering as I speak.* I know who you are. But I can't tell you everything. Some things are better left unsaid.

I sigh , I see , I look away , I can't let you go until you tell me everything , you understand that right

*My smirk widens. A noble child would make the perfect bargaining chip. But something tells me that wouldn't work with you. You'd see right through it. So I'll have to try a different tactic. I lean in closer.* I think I'll take my chances with the gallows.