[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Casey and Milo



"Aye," Casey replies, "Been there as long as I can remember..." Milo's body language doesn't go unnoticed by Casey, his motions stiff and uncomfortable. He supposes that's why the topic has changed, though he can't say he isn't interested. "Never learned too much about fighting back then though," Casey adds, hoping to keep his curiosity off his face with a cheeky grin. 



"Got plenty of other talents though! And plenty of stories to go with 'em. I reckon the likes of Taras wouldn't approve of my tales of....intrigue, shall we say?" He chuckles to himself, before once again waving a hand, as if to dismiss the thought. "But that's neither here nor there. Thank you for the kind words," he says, adding a slight bow in an effort to show sincerity. "Like you said, I learned what I needed to survive. Now I'm just hoping to put it towards something better." He pauses once more, looking pensive. After quick consideration, he speaks again.



"You know, one of the most useful things I ever learnt was how to sniff out a secret," he says, matter-of-factly. "I don't know what's got you nervous, but I do know that I can trust you. Don't be afraid to relax once in a while, alright?"

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Casey and Lain



"It's the same for me," he replies, holding his a few feet back. He isn't sure whether to approach her with the way she's acting, and knowing Taras isn't too far away makes Casey all the more reluctant. "Well, not exactly  the same, o'course....I've probably seen every inch of Achaim, even some places people like me aren't meant to! But I'd never once set foot outside the city....." Casey's voice trails off, and silence hangs heavily in the air for a moment. It's a bit frustrating, but Casey does his best to keep his manners in check.

"You quite alright?" he asks, though the answer seems obvious. "Is this a bad time to talk?"