An Invitation Most Cordial

Akibrus cast a look toward Lyric, as she spoke of the way they had met. Ah... yes. She was on the streets, begging for change so that she could feed this kitten she'd found, half-starved. He rolled his eyes fondly.

After a moment to consider how he should continue, he found his voice, By the time I found her, I was on the run. Certainly in no position to drag some urchin with me. But she was a bit too innocent to leave there in the streets.

He took a sip of his drink, murmuring, The plan was, I'd drop her off in the next town, leave her enough money to get by for a while. And if I was alive in three months time, I'd make my way back. He cast his gaze toward Lyric. She didn't like that, insisted someone had to look after me. He raised his glass to the woman, with half a grin.

But no worries, my fugitive days are over. I settled my debts, before we had Aria. Really, the Reaper had reported him dead—that had been the plus to having the man in his bed.