Nathaniel 'Creepster Hermit' Porter (techmech) wrote in emillion,
Nate huffed out a laugh. "No, I'm no legend. Doubt I've got more than a year or two on you, if that." It wasn't polite to ask a lady her age, although Nate suspected that if he called this one a lady, it'd take half an hour for her to stop laughing at him. Seemed like some of Vivi's lessons had stuck, in any case.
They'd left the last of the people behind as they headed into the backstreets beneath the Tower's shadow. "It's nothing rough. I just need a pair of eyes." He cast an eye over her again. She looked savvy enough, and he could see at least two knives concealed in her clothes. Still, a little caution never hurt. "Mages don't know the worth of things," he explained, flipping open one of the many pouches on his belt. "They finish a project, or an experiment goes badly, and they throw the lot away. It's a waste. There's a lot you can do even with broken scraps of magicite." He pulled out one of his larger grenades, and checked the markings on the side. Yes, this was the one. "Peacekeepers don't always like it when people pay too much attention to trash heaps, though. Makes them suspicious. So take this - " he threw the palm-sized metal globe to her - "and toggle it on if anyone comes looking. It has a wide dispersal sedative - just aim for their feet."