Crow's not blind to the predator that shines out of Phyre's own eyes, and that just makes this all so much more interesting. The people he flirts with for his job are normally pampered and spoiled, entitled and easily flattered βΈ» you lather on the compliments, appeal to their ego, and they come to you like charmed fawns on weak legs, so easily swayed.
Phyre is a different kind of beast altogether.
"Thaumaturgy, hmm? A simple term for a field so broad," Crow hums, reaching up to pat one of Phyre's camels as they're led alongside them. "I know a little, but I'm no scholar." He slants Phyre a dark, amused glance, making no attempt to hide the fact that he is hiding something of his own, a secret laid bare and tempting behind his eyes. Still, it's not much of a lie βΈ» he isn't a scholar, and he's no great mage, either. He knows the tricks that the assassin's guild have taught him, small magics of sleight of hand or escaping notice. Magic isn't outlawed in Azar-Ban, but nobody makes a show of it either, keeping it to the shadows and the dark outskirts, hiding it behind reasonable explanations.
So, yes, he is curious. How much might Phyre know, to be considered a scholar in the art? His breadth of knowledge must be wide indeed βΈ» Crow would love to pick his brain.
Then, with a grin as sharp as a blade's edge: "Is it so terribly unusual for people to flirt with you? That's a shame; you've got the kind of face that's well worth flirting with. If the average person is scared off by your mysterious aura, well, that just leaves more opportunities for the bold, doesn't it?"
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Phyre is a different kind of beast altogether.
"Thaumaturgy, hmm? A simple term for a field so broad," Crow hums, reaching up to pat one of Phyre's camels as they're led alongside them. "I know a little, but I'm no scholar." He slants Phyre a dark, amused glance, making no attempt to hide the fact that he is hiding something of his own, a secret laid bare and tempting behind his eyes. Still, it's not much of a lie βΈ» he isn't a scholar, and he's no great mage, either. He knows the tricks that the assassin's guild have taught him, small magics of sleight of hand or escaping notice. Magic isn't outlawed in Azar-Ban, but nobody makes a show of it either, keeping it to the shadows and the dark outskirts, hiding it behind reasonable explanations.
So, yes, he is curious. How much might Phyre know, to be considered a scholar in the art? His breadth of knowledge must be wide indeed βΈ» Crow would love to pick his brain.
Then, with a grin as sharp as a blade's edge: "Is it so terribly unusual for people to flirt with you? That's a shame; you've got the kind of face that's well worth flirting with. If the average person is scared off by your mysterious aura, well, that just leaves more opportunities for the bold, doesn't it?"