damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
She 'hmmm'd into her wine glass, watching him over the rim. While she couldn't classify the kid as useless, per se, since the young ones always had a perk or two, it was difficult to believe the words, to wrap her head around the idea of this little brat managing to grab magicite off even a still target. To give him the benefit of the doubt, or no?
Damia thought no.
"And what a fine piece of magicite it must be," she cooed, smiling. "Was that the last time, or have you done something else since?"