C'kayah gazed flatly at the Hyur for a moment. The evening's luck had gone poorly - first the dark skinned Elezen snatching the bag he had his eye on, and alerting its guardian, as he was getting into position to take the thing himself. He'd very nearly lost them in the pursuit, as well. Now, misfortune of misfortunes, he had the bad luck to be facing an intelligent guard. The presence of the Sultansworn made things even more complicated.Â
He shrugged, telling himself that fortune favored the bold.
"I can understand your distrust" he began, speaking in the same almost casual tone, "after all, you were not aware of my existence any more than I was aware of yours. Yet I must wonder as to your motives. You all too willing to give our employer's property to the Sultansworn here. Were I disposed to suspicion, I might think that you were trying to eliminate anything connecting the Ishgardians to their gem. Especially since you now insist on possessing the very thing that you tried to give away. Tell me, why is that?"
He shrugged, telling himself that fortune favored the bold.
"I can understand your distrust" he began, speaking in the same almost casual tone, "after all, you were not aware of my existence any more than I was aware of yours. Yet I must wonder as to your motives. You all too willing to give our employer's property to the Sultansworn here. Were I disposed to suspicion, I might think that you were trying to eliminate anything connecting the Ishgardians to their gem. Especially since you now insist on possessing the very thing that you tried to give away. Tell me, why is that?"
