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As expected, the woman agreed to tag along, though she gave him some kind of expectant look. Treason answered his question genuinely but didn't complete her latter sentence, leaving what "recent events" were up in the air. She was trying to get him to bite, surely. He didn't, simply accepting the response with a nod. "Is it just wandering you do?" She then asked in return. Corvus wondered where she thought he got his scars from, if not battle―or perhaps she knew but just wanted to see what all she could squeeze out of him.

Nonetheless, the sliver of a grin returned as he reminisced about all of the entertaining encounters and fights he'd already experienced here. No. I am a mercenary. Heading out is a good way to find interesting opponents, among other things. The strangest people come out at night, Corvus offered, tossing in the hint that he was nocturnal for free. It was no secret. Do you have any fighting experience? He asked next, having taken notice of Treason's brutish size. Her confident attitude also lent well for it, so Corvus would be surprised if she wasn't a fighter to some degree.