Count me glad for that 'someone', then. You don't fight like a man who needs delicate handling, but your nose does look better when the tip's pointing in the right direction, [he teases. It's good that Vane's wounds weren't allowed to linger for long. His own sprained arm is proving a real inconvenience to his travels throughout the city, but the consequence has a karmic quality to it that feels justified. The next time someone in the city is familiar to him in any way, he's going to remember this and think twice about his approach-- or whether he'll approach at all. He's sure there are only so many times he can get into near-fatal scrapes with other LIERs where it all ends with the other person shrugging it off.]
Aye. [Aloïs smiles slightly at the offer of another fight, encouraged. There's a certain risk he can feel in becoming friendly with this man, but there's undeniable temptation there, too. He should resist, probably. There's no logical reason not to.
But he can't.] I'll look you up once my arm bends the right way again. [Gathering his cloak about him, Aloïs starts off in the direction he arrived from.] Winner buys a round of drinks.
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Aye. [Aloïs smiles slightly at the offer of another fight, encouraged. There's a certain risk he can feel in becoming friendly with this man, but there's undeniable temptation there, too. He should resist, probably. There's no logical reason not to.
But he can't.] I'll look you up once my arm bends the right way again. [Gathering his cloak about him, Aloïs starts off in the direction he arrived from.] Winner buys a round of drinks.