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22.Sep.13, 05:24 PM
Trel thought the man may have been a bit disappointed by his opponents lack of an actual weapon. It must have just been a trick of the lights. "Nope. Didn't think I'd be needing one." He explained, an eyebrow arching upward in amusement. He wasn't a violent man so even if he had a knife he would have used it unless he'd be given no other choice.
"I see." He didn't really, but the other man spoke as if the fact things were thrown at him regularly was common knowledge. "Oh. Well I doubt there is any real difference between them. Though I've only been pelted for the later of course." Trel went silent for a moment. Though he wasn't suppose to be here or trying to open a locked door, he hadn't been going to take anything. He wasn't sure if the same could be said for this man. "Is that why you were here? To steal something?" He asked, keeping his tone neutral. Trel may have been a rascal, but he liked to think he was an honest one.
He glance from the man to the door, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hmmm actually I never had one in the first place." He admitted, absently scuffing a toe against the floor. "I was just curious about what they keep in there." He waved toward the still locked door as he spoke. "I'm Trelanvor by the way." He gave the man a studious look. "Oh shit are you a rider?" He asked, suddenly rather alarmed. A rider catching him trying to pick a lock could be a very bad thing.
"I see." He didn't really, but the other man spoke as if the fact things were thrown at him regularly was common knowledge. "Oh. Well I doubt there is any real difference between them. Though I've only been pelted for the later of course." Trel went silent for a moment. Though he wasn't suppose to be here or trying to open a locked door, he hadn't been going to take anything. He wasn't sure if the same could be said for this man. "Is that why you were here? To steal something?" He asked, keeping his tone neutral. Trel may have been a rascal, but he liked to think he was an honest one.
He glance from the man to the door, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hmmm actually I never had one in the first place." He admitted, absently scuffing a toe against the floor. "I was just curious about what they keep in there." He waved toward the still locked door as he spoke. "I'm Trelanvor by the way." He gave the man a studious look. "Oh shit are you a rider?" He asked, suddenly rather alarmed. A rider catching him trying to pick a lock could be a very bad thing.
