CURIOUS. he’s the optimistic sort, then? most men clad head to toe in shining armor had a history of approaching with utmost caution. be it naivety or trust, the confidence in krem’s voice is enough to wager the tiniest pinch of a weary smile that anders, of course, would later deny.
the inquisition, the man says. refugees, rebels, they talk – so the name isn’t exactly foreign. he stops, digs the toe of his boot into a pit of sand almost bemusedly at the thought.
“ hard to say. where the skirmishes BEGIN, that is. best bet would be following the trail of carnage and fire down that-a-way – look. you’re a handsome guy. it would probably do you some good to not tell your superiors who you ran into along the way. i have a feeling they wouldn’t appreciate the courtesy you’re giving me, here. ”
IN ALL FAIRNESS, imperial artists never could get his nose right on the wanted posters.
krem’s head tips to the side slightly at the TIRED smile, the WARNING to keep this meeting under wraps, and wonders who exactly he’s had the fortune ( or misfortune ) to meet. brown eyes narrow but he mentally shrugs. again, not really his problem. he figures if the guy is really a problem, he’ll be sent to fetch him eventually. or one of sister nightingale’s people, which would be– unfortunate for the mage.
❛ why shouldn’t i tell my superiors?? ❜ curiosity gets the better of him and he gestures to skinner, a wordless 'at ease’ and command to find somewhere to relax for a moment. ❛ you someone we’re supposed to be looking for?? ❜
something niggles in the back of his mind and his brows twitch downward as he tries to place the feeling.