Snippet #2704888

"Kylin has nothing but my loyalty, your grievance with him is also with me as should he decide to brawl with you it would be my fists to throw the punches. I didn't come here to attack you without reason or warning, only to make sure you don't fly away." He looked down at his hands and pulled his gauntlets off one after the other before tying them to his belt once more. He put up his empty palms as a show of disarm. "I would gladly accept your hospitality."

He lowered his head to step in being quite a bit larger in height and peered around Kaldon's living space. His gaze hesitating momentarily on the small potrait on the mantle. "Kylin doesn't put effort into anything that doesn't offer him gain. He's a thief but every pocket he dips his hands into has something of intrigue and worth inside it. I fully believe he can measure that worth simply by looking in the face of the man he steals from. When I met him...he'd taken everything I carried with me but what he was after was the iron loyalty of a Nafir tribesman. That was the value he saw in me. Your wallet and even that weapon piece probably held only a fraction of his intrigue. I don't know what it is."

"The fact that you got him to return most of what he stole from you-" Ro-an chuckled as he settled into a nearby seat, "That was actually rather amusing. The hilt....what is so special about it anyways?"