[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Lien's words have begun to stir something in young Casey. After spending years wandering aimlessly along the same busy streets, the thought of something more is tantalizing to say the least. Moreover, he's seen far too much blood in far too little time. His teachings are screaming for him to run, to create distance between himself and any of those he isn't sure he can trust, but the naivety of youth has begun to win out. He has no desire to return to a life of solitude, not when he has so much to repay. People have fought for him, died for him. He must do his part to protect the his companions, and Lien's ambitions seem to line up with that. For someone like Casey, it would be impossible. But her? She might actually have a chance at bringing some peace.



"Aye, I understand," Casey replies. He lifts his hand from Lien's shoulder, but leaves it outstretched. "Let us make peace then, shall we? If you want to 'fix' things, I'd imagine things are only going to get more difficult for you and your companions. With such lofty goals in mind, I can't very well ally myself with you if you're too afraid to even look at me, now can I?" His words are harsh, but chosen carefully. Hopefully a ribbing might ease the nerves so clearly overwhelming Lien. "I ain't the most useful in a fight, but I can help you in other ways."