[ The glow of his visor is distracting; he can only focus on the stern tone of his voice to get any sense of his expression. Seems like a serious guy, not fun at all! Why was he stuck with such a stick in the mud?
His opinion of him changes only slightly when he approaches him. He doesn't recoil; keeps seeded in spot, and even straightens his neck for him to grab him. He grunts as he's tugged closer, unfazed and as compliant as a "bandit" could possibly be, all things considered. With their proximity, Nhays can't help but make out the details of the man's face — or what's exposed, anyway. ]
I'm a thief! That's what we do. [ He's not a very good liar, but it isn't as though he's making a great attempt at being convincing. ]
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His opinion of him changes only slightly when he approaches him. He doesn't recoil; keeps seeded in spot, and even straightens his neck for him to grab him. He grunts as he's tugged closer, unfazed and as compliant as a "bandit" could possibly be, all things considered. With their proximity, Nhays can't help but make out the details of the man's face — or what's exposed, anyway. ]
I'm a thief! That's what we do. [ He's not a very good liar, but it isn't as though he's making a great attempt at being convincing. ]
More importantly, that scar. Yikes!