[Fandaniel trails behind Viktor, close enough to always be seen but far enough to playfully twirl and swerve around the people who move between them. His hips sway in rhythm to a tune that plays only in his mind; a ballad from Belah'dia about an adventurer with a very long saber and all the women who loved him for it.
He comes to a stop when the Warrior does and a cold smirk lifts the corner of his lips.]
Go then. I promise not to do anything too terrible in your absence.
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He comes to a stop when the Warrior does and a cold smirk lifts the corner of his lips.]
Go then. I promise not to do anything too terrible in your absence.