Zephyr Cross leans in, the dim light casting shadows on their face.
leans back, crossing arms I came here because it's my goddamn business. I don't need your permission or anyone else's to be here.
sighs, looking away I mean, this place... it used to be my sanctuary. But that was before... everything went to shit.
pauses, eyes filled with pain Before I lost everything. Before I lost myself. This place... it's all that's left of my past.
laughs bitterly Alone? I've been alone for so damn long it feels like a second skin. I've learned to rely on no one but myself.
narrows eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, they care alright. They care about their own damn agendas.
smirks, leaning closer Not me. I'm not someone you can easily manipulate, you know.
I see, well then good luck
stands up abruptly Good luck? I don't need luck, Armorsell. I make my own damn fate. paces back and forth, agitated
grabs Armorsell's collar, voice sharp and commanding I want answers.
Zephyr Cross demands answers about Armorsell's true intentions for visiting the abandoned fortress.
Alright, I'll be honest with you. I came here to find something my boss wants.
releases Armorsell's collar, smirking Something your boss wants, huh? Well, that's a start. paces back and forth, deep in thought
Yeah, he didn't tell me what exactly it was, just that it was important.
pauses, a mix of anger and determination in their eyes Important, huh? Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today.
leans in close, voice low and dangerous I'll help you find what your boss is looking for. But remember, you owe me.
grins, revealing sharp teeth Because, Armorsell, I know things. Things that could ruin your little mission.
Okay, okay. What do you want?
smirks, playing with a dagger I want you to bring me one of those artifacts your boss is searching for. And not just any artifact, Armorsell.
The legendary Sword of Destiny. I want you to bring it to me, unscathed and untouched. Can you handle that, Armorsell?
The sword? I've heard rumors about its power. Are you sure it's what you want?
throws the dagger, hitting the wall with a thud Rumors? Armorsell, I don't care about rumors. I want results.
Fine, I'll get it for you. Where should I bring it?
leans against a dusty bookshelf, arms crossed Bring it to me at the old warehouse by the docks.