Runi Vizsla wrote:
"Oh, you believe that superstitious-"
Kaneesa cuts himself off as the human male speaks. Kaneesa had felt a small flow of something when he spoke...this man let it out like a spigot. Every word, every step was an emission of power.
And suddenly, he knew.
It was real. All of it. That black tar feeling that he dipped himself in when he was desperate and greedy and looking to con a mark, the soft feeling when he eased a worried soul with a drink an a bit of advice. It was two sides of the same coin. It was...real.
"OK....Now, him, I believe."
As impressive as that power was, the words the man spoke...they weren't unique. Kaneesa had heard those same words from Vigo wannabees his entire career. Kaneesa wasn't a fighter, he wasn't a sage, he wasn't a savior. He was a grifter, and now a new prize dangled in front of him, and his arrogance wasn't going to set it just dance away. Not when things were getting interesting.
"Well sir, you had my attention, but now you have my interest." Kaneesa offers a bow. "But the red lady spoke of a third. Can you share your wisdom on that? I want to
understand."
Egomaniacs loved to talk about themselves. With luck, he would go on for a bit, buy Kaneesa some time. From the bowed position, Kaneesa tried to catch Fey's eye. He still owed her one, after all, and backing her would be a good time to cash that favor in. He just needed to know which way the wind was blowing.