Like a good neighbour

Branson’s gaze sharpened at her mention of the guard change, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Generous of you to share. Makes me wonder why. His tone was measured, probing.

He straightened, nodding toward the faintly glowing barrier above. Truth is, I don’t trust that thing. Magic this big, this showy—it’s never simple. I need to know what makes it hold, and maybe… how it breaks.

His voice dropped, rough with intent. That’s why I’m here. Not for coin, not for glory. Just answers.

Taking a step closer, he studied her, his tone soft but pointed. So, what’s your play? You think I’ll fail, or am I worth the gamble?

@Caesennia Othos