The contrast between her words and demeanor make Erik wonder if he heard her wrong, but— No, she definitely said that in this briefcase is some great and terrible weapon... or something.
And now she’s asking if there’s anything that she can help him with, like he’s suddenly the one on the spot— hold on a second, here.]
Wait, what?
[Is she messing with him?]
I’m just asking questions, that’s all. What kind of powerful weapon like that is kept in a place like— [He holds up the briefcase once more, glancing down at it in his hands.] —this? Honestly.
I don't mind, no. [ She doesn't think she comes off as all that interesting, but maybe he really does just want company.
Or his curiosity about the briefcase is eating him alive. ]
I was actually heading to... ah. I forget the name of the town, but they have a shop there that specializes in foreign and unique materials that I wanted to look into.
[Probably the latter, but who’s to say he wasn’t heading in the same direction? Erik has an interest in the towns in this area — what they can offer, what kind of company he can keep. Just like he knows all the backroads to take, heading from one to the other.]
Little place just up north, right? Same way I’m going, so it works out.
[At least the path is relatively straightforward from here on out.]
What do you need “foreign and unique” materials for?
[It’s the sort of “eh” noise that couples with a flappy hand motion.]
Sort of. I know a little earth magic, but I can’t go flinging spells around like some people. If I get into trouble, I’ve got to rely on a dagger and my own wit to get out of it.
[A sidelong glance, back down at that briefcase.]
So what do you do with these animals spirits after the fact, huh? They fight for you, or...?
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[ With the sweetest and most polite smile as she folds her hands in her lap. ]
Was there anything else I could help you with?
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The contrast between her words and demeanor make Erik wonder if he heard her wrong, but— No, she definitely said that in this briefcase is some great and terrible weapon... or something.
And now she’s asking if there’s anything that she can help him with, like he’s suddenly the one on the spot— hold on a second, here.]
Wait, what?
[Is she messing with him?]
I’m just asking questions, that’s all. What kind of powerful weapon like that is kept in a place like— [He holds up the briefcase once more, glancing down at it in his hands.] —this? Honestly.
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Maybe she's messing with him, a little. But it also isn't a lie. ]
It would take a little too long to explain to someone I've only just made the acquaintance of. May I have my briefcase back, please?
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Do I get an explanation if I hand it back? Can’t tease information like that and not follow through, you know. It’s rude.
[That, or he just wants to know. Curiosity and all that.]
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[ Rather calmly. ]
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[Haa...]
I like learning about one-of-a-kind objects, that’s all. Anyone would be curious, especially after a claim like that.
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Well, I can tell you about it, I suppose. If you're truly that interested.
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[Simple as that, Erik offers the briefcase back. With his other hand, he gestures at that cumbersome dip in the path.]
You need, uh, help with that too?
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Please.
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Right then, up you go.
[—and pushing her forward, with just enough force to free her from the uneven part of the ground.]
Where you headed, anyway? Figure I could walk with you, if you don’t mind the company.
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Or his curiosity about the briefcase is eating him alive. ]
I was actually heading to... ah. I forget the name of the town, but they have a shop there that specializes in foreign and unique materials that I wanted to look into.
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Little place just up north, right? Same way I’m going, so it works out.
[At least the path is relatively straightforward from here on out.]
What do you need “foreign and unique” materials for?
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[ Well. He asked. And she replied, as calm and soft-voiced as before. ]
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[As good as a non-answer for him, Fiore. Down the path they go, Erik’s pace casual.]
Meaning what, exactly?
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[ Because fate/anything is irritating as hell to explain. ]
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[Not so much Erik, but he can swing a spell or two if required.]
But ‘spirit evocation’, though? What kind of spirits are you evoking?
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[ And she gives the briefcase a fond pat, for some reason. ]
Do you not use magic yourself, then?
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[It’s the sort of “eh” noise that couples with a flappy hand motion.]
Sort of. I know a little earth magic, but I can’t go flinging spells around like some people. If I get into trouble, I’ve got to rely on a dagger and my own wit to get out of it.
[A sidelong glance, back down at that briefcase.]
So what do you do with these animals spirits after the fact, huh? They fight for you, or...?
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[ In glorious, glorious violence. ]
But I'm also capable of fighting on my own.
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[The path curves again, this time along a gentle downward slope, and the faint trace of a town in the distance can be made out along the hillside.]
When do I get to see it?
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[ Because she only pulls it out in the case of life-threatening fights. Sorry, good sir. ]
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[He rubs the back of his neck, sighing.]
All right, so when do I get to hear an explanation?
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[ She's still very much amused. ]
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[He is not.]
But you said you’d tell me. And besides, I can’t help but be interested in rare and unusual items. They’ve all got a story behind them.