Kill tony

Luciano strutted down the cobblestone streets of Antiva City, his heels clicking with precision as his eyes scanned the various shop windows. The vibrant market district bustled around him, but he barely noticed. After the devastating loss of his mother, father, and butler, he’d decided that only one thing could offer some respite—fashion.

His sharp eyes lit up as he caught sight of a boutique showcasing the latest Antivan designs. The colors, the fabrics—oh, he could already see himself in them. Inside, he drifted between racks of luxurious dresses, feeling the smooth silks and decadent velvets slip through his fingers. Bold reds, soft pastels, intricate patterns—it was everything he needed to distract himself.

Focus, Luciano, he muttered, eyeing a particularly daring piece. You need something showstopping.

He was so absorbed in examining the trends that the world around him faded away. Unbeknownst to him, the streets were alive with much more than just the bustle of Antivan society, but Luciano, lost in a whirlwind of ruffles and lace, remained blissfully unaware.

You could take the crow out of the guild but never the crow out of the person. She was, at the least for now, just a bartender, a worker of the Lux with a set of y skills that went beyond serving cocktails but theorically just a bartender nevertheless.

But old habits die hard and despite of what she wanted she was always aware of her surroundings. The death of Arissa had only exacerbated that old habit so of course, she noticed the dagger before the victim.

The pattern was clear, the kid was being followed and she caught glimpses of silver in the swirling of the cape. Maika saw him so young that she acted by instinct, pulling him by the arm into the nearest shop.

After acting by instinct she realized whose arm she had pulled “Shit” she muttered under her breath “I am sorry but you were being followed by someone well armed” she said in a low tone only for him to hear. "Shouldn't you have a body guard from all people?"

Luciano blinked, his grip tightening instinctively on a velvet jacket he’d been admiring. The sudden tug and whispered warning sent his heart racing as he turned to face the woman who had just yanked him into the shop. His wide eyes quickly narrowed, his fear replaced by indignation.

Well, this is certainly not the customer service I was expecting, he said, his voice sharp yet elegant, though a nervous edge crept into his tone. But followed? Armed? Darling, you must be mistaken. Who in Thedas would dare to follow *me* of all people? He straightened his posture, a practiced air of defiance slipping into his expression.

Her words sank in as he noticed the seriousness etched into her face. Luciano’s confidence wavered slightly. Bodyguard? Oh, sweetie, I wouldn’t be caught dead with one of those hulking brutes trailing after me. They clash with my aesthetic. He waved his hand dismissively but then paused, his mind racing.

Alright, assuming you're right—and that someone *is* following me—what do you suggest we do? Because if this gets blood on my outfit, so help me, Andraste herself won’t hear the end of it. He glanced toward the shop window, his sharp instincts now piqued. Though he’d never admit it aloud, the warning had sent a shiver of unease down his spine.

@Maika Arainai