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There was indeed a draft but Symir ignored it as he first felt it when Redmane ascended the steps and even more so when she was as close as a moth that was attracted to the flickering of a candle flame. "My dear you speak as if I have not already taken into account my losses and gains from this little expedition. If it has not yet dawned upon you that in another hundred years or so things will change for the worse then why would it really matter if I lose a few friends here and there." Symir whispered as he slowly placed his left hand upon Redmane's cheek just to offer a warm smile while he drew a bit closer allowing for a gap to be made long enough for him to flick his right wrist allowing a single gold coin to drop and land between his right middle and pointer finger.

Again there was yet another draft though this time it was a bit more noticeable as Symir took a step back as if keeping his distance from Redmane allowing him to hold himself by the railing and look over at the scene he had created bellow. "You know I would almost say that I missed these moments between you and I if it were not for the fact that this entire situation could never be. You and I were never meant to be. As history tends to repeat itself I watched you drop off from the face of the world and yet here you are." The implication was considerably bold as Symir looked back at Redmane only to grimace slightly as memories of the foreign exotic lady he had once fallen for came rushing back in bloody waves of emotion and dread. The fair lady had plummeted from her window at the keep in Wer'Guawysvern and her body was found broken and battered upon the sandy dunes bellow. It was that gruesome day that every chain and event that had unfolded to this point to a reckoning of unimaginable proportions. Yet Symir swallowed his pride began to play with the golden coin allowing it to tumble betwixt his fingers as if he was playing a game while he waited for the fair lady to speak her mind once more.