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Molyneux looked at her for a moment before answering in a quieter tone, ”She’s a witch.” In-case any unwanted attention fell upon them, the man didn’t feel a need to say it out loud. But rather just loud enough that only she could hear him. ”She looks after things when I’m not there and is... a shrewd business woman really,” he went on, seemingly knowing that last part all too well. And yet despite that the man was admittedly grateful for the little witch. ”Just don’t give her reason to snap at you and I think you’ll live.”
He had noticed Eris carefully observing something, but paid it no mind and motioned for her to keep following him. ”It’s a pretty big place, but we could get around more productively if we wanted to take the train. There’s a local service that runs through all the major spots in this district,” he told her, ”though it might be a bit cramped, at least you’d see more of the area that way and with those horns I doubt anyone is gonna bother us. Plus, you did want to know a good way to get around and out of the city, right?” He knew that would get her attention for sure, and even if Molyneux didn’t exactly agree with it presently, he’d entertain the girls wild ideas of fleeing the city for now.
There was a local station just up the hill, overflowing with bodies rushing in and out of it expectantly at this time of the day. Molyneux had only been there a handful of times though, but enough to know how it worked. ”Anyway as I had mentioned earlier I have some things to discuss,” he spoke up, keeping a close eye on the smaller girl and making sure she didn’t wander off too far or get lost in the crowd. Frankly there were loads of people about, some even looked at Molyneux with rather questionable glances however, he quickly stared them down all the same. ”I had done some thinking last night, about you, the bar, this situation and other things. But basically how I’m going to deal with you and make this work.”
Not giving too much away just yet, Molyneux appeared just a tad mischievous at that moment as he tucked both hands into his pockets and kept walking. ”But there’s another thing I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with your fascination with hair? Is that a human thing, or a you thing?” Molyneux asked, arriving at the grand opening that lead into the station. It was certainly busy and quite noisy, with chatter filling the air and voices echoing above them from speakers; but for whatever reason luckily, the passerby's seemed to keep a safe distance from the odd duo.
He had noticed Eris carefully observing something, but paid it no mind and motioned for her to keep following him. ”It’s a pretty big place, but we could get around more productively if we wanted to take the train. There’s a local service that runs through all the major spots in this district,” he told her, ”though it might be a bit cramped, at least you’d see more of the area that way and with those horns I doubt anyone is gonna bother us. Plus, you did want to know a good way to get around and out of the city, right?” He knew that would get her attention for sure, and even if Molyneux didn’t exactly agree with it presently, he’d entertain the girls wild ideas of fleeing the city for now.
There was a local station just up the hill, overflowing with bodies rushing in and out of it expectantly at this time of the day. Molyneux had only been there a handful of times though, but enough to know how it worked. ”Anyway as I had mentioned earlier I have some things to discuss,” he spoke up, keeping a close eye on the smaller girl and making sure she didn’t wander off too far or get lost in the crowd. Frankly there were loads of people about, some even looked at Molyneux with rather questionable glances however, he quickly stared them down all the same. ”I had done some thinking last night, about you, the bar, this situation and other things. But basically how I’m going to deal with you and make this work.”
Not giving too much away just yet, Molyneux appeared just a tad mischievous at that moment as he tucked both hands into his pockets and kept walking. ”But there’s another thing I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with your fascination with hair? Is that a human thing, or a you thing?” Molyneux asked, arriving at the grand opening that lead into the station. It was certainly busy and quite noisy, with chatter filling the air and voices echoing above them from speakers; but for whatever reason luckily, the passerby's seemed to keep a safe distance from the odd duo.