11-21-2022, 11:20 AM
Cruz didn't much like this man. He rubbed him the wrong way. And the feeling was obviously mutual eve if he was suave and charming and had the lit of mischief about him. There was nothing this man could offer Cruz that he couldn't get for himself. He hadn't known what he was expecting the coin to offer. And since giving it up to it's owner he felt bare and naked without it. Like the world was stripped from his fingers. Maybe this was why Nox hunted? There was mystery in his life. Was this why Sage collected information? He was addicted to whatever he did. He constantly slipped into the confines of his mind leaving everyone to struggle in his wake.
But he shouldn't blame Sage for the state of unrest. He merely stated facts -- facts he dealt with -- facts don't lie. It's people who turn things and twist them and make them something they aren't. And that is what happened here. Words were minced and twisted and turned into whatever game this man was playing. Raffe looked uncomfortable though this was his kind of place, the situation had turned dour and Cruz noticed. He noticed people stayed away from their spectacle.
"A crying shame." Cruz said back. "I'm not sure you'd have anything to offer me for the return of such a small trinket. Seems more like a manipulation, a seemingly trivial favor for returning a trinket that turns into much more over time. A hook to draw the prey in. The coin is that little light at the end of the anglerfish in the middle of the deep vast ocean. I wonder what the jaws hold for me if I keep following the light?"
Cruz shook his head. "I think I'll take Raffe's advice." Cruz may not know Raffe. But Nox trusts him with secrets of his past and present and that is more than most can say. If he says they should go. They should go.
Cruz nodded his head to his wayward host. "I'm sorry for taking up your precious time."
But he shouldn't blame Sage for the state of unrest. He merely stated facts -- facts he dealt with -- facts don't lie. It's people who turn things and twist them and make them something they aren't. And that is what happened here. Words were minced and twisted and turned into whatever game this man was playing. Raffe looked uncomfortable though this was his kind of place, the situation had turned dour and Cruz noticed. He noticed people stayed away from their spectacle.
"A crying shame." Cruz said back. "I'm not sure you'd have anything to offer me for the return of such a small trinket. Seems more like a manipulation, a seemingly trivial favor for returning a trinket that turns into much more over time. A hook to draw the prey in. The coin is that little light at the end of the anglerfish in the middle of the deep vast ocean. I wonder what the jaws hold for me if I keep following the light?"
Cruz shook his head. "I think I'll take Raffe's advice." Cruz may not know Raffe. But Nox trusts him with secrets of his past and present and that is more than most can say. If he says they should go. They should go.
Cruz nodded his head to his wayward host. "I'm sorry for taking up your precious time."