22.Sep.13, 08:50 PM
"Steal? Me?" he feigned a look of innocence. But he also lowered his voice and took a step closer to allowed himself to still be heard. "Only sometimes," he winked, "though today I'm afraid you caught me white-handed." Well, at least currently... there's still that bandage wrap.
Slowly, Z'jan lowered his hands, now that it was clear the other man was neither armed nor particularly aggressive. In fact, he seemed to Z'jan more of a co-conspirator than an adversary. Hm...
Never had a key? Well, that wasn't the right answer. Not for an aspiring sneak. Z'jan tried to contain himself, eyes glinting mischievous. "Oh, course you did! Musta just dropped it along the way. Happens all the time. People are always misplacing things" he rubbed his chin innocently "--and it seems these doors are always getting stuck, don't you think?"
Once the man offered his name, Z'jan approached the door without any further preamble. Friend, not foe. Most definitely. "Z'jan" he said clapping Trelanvor on the shoulder and giving it a bit of a squeeze "And just pretend you didn't see those knots on my shoulder, eh?" He released him, a candidate judging by his own knots, and approached the door. Z'jan gave the handle a jiggle, then a little shove with his shoulder. It didn't budge.
"Nope, you right. Seems this door is right... stuck." He looked back, glancing suggestively at Trelanvor's pocket. "Maybe we should... unstick it? You know, save them the trouble."
Slowly, Z'jan lowered his hands, now that it was clear the other man was neither armed nor particularly aggressive. In fact, he seemed to Z'jan more of a co-conspirator than an adversary. Hm...
Never had a key? Well, that wasn't the right answer. Not for an aspiring sneak. Z'jan tried to contain himself, eyes glinting mischievous. "Oh, course you did! Musta just dropped it along the way. Happens all the time. People are always misplacing things" he rubbed his chin innocently "--and it seems these doors are always getting stuck, don't you think?"
Once the man offered his name, Z'jan approached the door without any further preamble. Friend, not foe. Most definitely. "Z'jan" he said clapping Trelanvor on the shoulder and giving it a bit of a squeeze "And just pretend you didn't see those knots on my shoulder, eh?" He released him, a candidate judging by his own knots, and approached the door. Z'jan gave the handle a jiggle, then a little shove with his shoulder. It didn't budge.
"Nope, you right. Seems this door is right... stuck." He looked back, glancing suggestively at Trelanvor's pocket. "Maybe we should... unstick it? You know, save them the trouble."