𝚁𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚍
❊ Wizard ❊ Entrance, Guardian’s Home ❊ Riley, Nigel ❊
“Seems well, thank you Nigel. Do you think anyone else would like to join you?” He glanced at the hallway and the glimpse of the stairs over Nigel’s shoulder. There is a small nag inside of him to go find Brie and assure she’s okay but he knows, on a more reasonable note, that she will be fine and most likely still asleep. After all, what is he going to do? He’s not the fighter. Raylan’s eyes flicked back to Nigel and then Riley, “Perhaps I can leave an illusion here so nobody thinks anyone’s help. So if an intruder comes in, you’ll ‘least have the element of surprise.” He gives a small, gentle smile shifting the basket between his hands.
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⥉ Assassin Leader ⥉ Counter, Voodoo ⥉ None ⥉
He nodded, turned away to shift the pastries in the display case around. He glanced up again at Viktorie, casually as he scanned the room and the strangers in it before flicking back to her. Despite the nag in his mind to go downstairs, Aaro couldn’t help but feel curious Jeremiah’s past and relations. What are the odds his ex came to this cafe? He wondered to himself, placing a slice of cake in a box and handing it over to the cashier, who looks a little paler than usual. Aaro narrowed his eyes as he follows Jeremiah, calculating and mentally noting his behaviour along with Victorie’s. Despite Jeremiah sickening sweetness oozing right out of him, he could feel the tension dripping from the table.
He frowned but kept watching, folding takeaway boxes and swiftly wrapping up pastries. ‘Does she know you’re an assassin, Jeremiah?’ Aaro thought, his lips twitching upwards in a sly smile.