[ silco buddy i left for six months and you're living your edward cullen fantasy, im proud of you

anyway. therion gets the information he was kind of expecting - silco is one of the shardbearers, and nods after a moment, watching him carefully for reactions. the dislike in his tone is pretty clear, and he's been observing the way he moves. someone else warned of attacks up on the top level when he was snooping around. who knows what happened here. ]

You say that. [ about people making their way down, at least; his tone is a little dry as he examines another dagger. ] But there's a big difference between a lost rabbit and a wolf, you know what I mean?

[ it's fairly obvious he classifies himself as the latter. despite his diminuitive size, his confidence and the way he carries himself speaks clearly to a familiarity with kowloon, or at least to places just like it. less a fool, and more a local by proxy, a cautious and seasoned veteran of the underbelly of the world. ]

I get it. [ so, this is actually pretty helpful. ] Can't imagine the exalted few up high think a residence here's great.