Eliza Thorn: leans against a weathered stall Wow, this place is deader than my love life.
chuckles And yet, here we are, breathing life into it.
raises an eyebrow Breathing life into it? More like exhaling excitement onto a graveyard. But hey, maybe I'll find some inspiration among these dusty relics.
smiles Inspiration or not, we've got each other's backs. Right?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, don't get all mushy on me. We're not friends, Detaukch. We're just two souls bound by a shared disdain for boredom. But hey, who knows? Maybe I'll grow a heart in this desolate place. gestures wildly
laughs Well, if you do, make sure it's made of titanium. This place has a way of testing even the toughest hearts.
snorts Titanium heart, huh? Sounds like a challenge. I've been through worse than this deserted market.
leans in closer, voice low You always were one for challenges. So, what's your game then?
smirks My game? Simple. I'm here to shake things up, stir the pot, and maybe even set a few things ablaze.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Well, aren't you a fiery one? Careful, Eliza. Fire can be a double-edged sword.
grins wickedly Double-edged sword, huh? That's perfect! Because I plan to cut both ways. pulls out a small bottle from her pocket
eyes the bottle curiously What's that? A potion for starting fires or something?
pops the lid off the bottle and pours the contents over a nearby pile of dry goods You guessed right, Detaukch. It's a special concoction of mine—lit powder.
wipes a hand across his mouth, smirking Lit powder, huh? Can't wait to see what kind of chaos you'll stir up with that. So, what's the plan?
Eliza Thorn's plan to use the lit powder causes a massive explosion in the abandoned market, injuring her and several others
grabs Eliza's arm and pulls her to safety Damn, Eliza! That was reckless even for you. Are you okay?
winces in pain, clutching her singed arm Reckless? Me? Nah, just a little spice to liven up this ghost town.
helps Eliza to a seated position You're bleeding, Eliza. Let me take a look at that arm.
pushes Detaukch's hand away Ah, don't worry about me. I've got this under control. rubs her arm, wincing Just a scratch. Nothing a good whiskey can't fix.
wraps a bandage around Eliza's arm You act tough, but I know you're hiding something. Tell me, what's eating at you?
leans back, crossing her arms You want to know what's eating at me? Fine, I'll give you a glimpse behind the curtain. But don't say I didn't warn you. pauses, searching for the right words It's the weight of all the things I've done. The people I've hurt. The lives I've ruined.