...So, I live here... and you live here, and she lives here—

Akibrus tilted his head, furrowing his brow as the other clarified. Ah... I am unfamiliar with Tevene stereotypes. Perhaps I should learn them, though. If he and Aria were to live here, he'd need to familiarize himself with the country they were staying in.

He listened, as he studied the garden in front of him. I see. I am... afraid that my only interactions with the wealthy, are to those in Nevarra that I stole from, he chuckled wryly. He'd brought it, of course, he was attached to the damned orb as if it whispered a sweet promise of power in his ears.

He'd hidden it in the wardrobe in one of the rooms of the suite, determined to keep Aria away from it as best he could. It is a nice garden. Has Lyric been out here? She'd adore it, he mused, moving toward the garden.

I'd like to study the plants, if you'd not mind. He picked the first entrance to start warding, fingers dragging carefully through the dirt as he set the ward up.

He stayed next to the ward, moving out of the way so that Tiberius could correct the placement, though. Lyric seems to... really like you, he flashed the man an easy smile. What secrets has she told you?

A jest; there was very little that he kept secret, barring the foci hidden away. He didn't even know whether it belonged to an Evanuris or an Old God. He'd not had much time to research, with Aria to keep up with.

@Tiberius Umbra