(raising his own slender hand to mirror jake's concession.) Were it not for promiscuity and labour, Resdayn would've razed itself to the ground an era ago. It's not written off, merely lumped in with the rest of your job's miscellany. (our ho and native land. that's true patriot love, right there.)

I'll assume you're referring to that weapon strapped to you?

(where it's strapped it's difficult to make out. the holster bars most of it from view and the cloak, such as it is, does do a fair enough job when the man has his arms by his sides. its position is what voryn decides makes it a weapon, well within reach of a hand and a necessary accessory for jake's foreign outfit.)

I've been in power many hundreds of years... though when exactly would take some consideration. In my position I have hired assassins like you, and always to solve problems I can't spare the attention for. Even now, Jake, if I had my gold exchanged for these people's currency, I'd offer to pay you for guard detail. Pity. (for both of them, as he'd feel far more comfortable with someone watching his back. voryn seems casual, but this is still a dream of someone's make. there's no harm in being overcautious when he bears the weighty trust of his lord and house.

turning to expose the palm of his hand with a softly spoken "malur," light growing above it. collected from sources beyond them, back at the marketplace. he guides it above their heads, lets it hang there so that it may illuminate their steps. cautious.)

Tell me. How did you come to sell yourself?