damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
The blonde raised her brows. "Yes, certainly. All that potential just hanging there for the taking," she agreed, eyeing him once more before continuing. "Since you clearly don't belong here, I'll let you in on a secret: don't pickpocket from nobles at the Guildmaster's ball. You'll be eating snow sooner than later."
One last truffle was plucked from his plate, and with a smile, Damia slipped past. "Enjoy your evening, Tiny."