The mage nodded, swirling her drink.
"Rumors travel quicker than spells… And your arrival stirred more than a few."
A pause. Her eyes gleamed faintly with interest.
"I'm not here to cause problems. But I do know how to spot someone who doesn't belong… and you, Sion Demonheart… definitely don't belong."
Sion's smirk deepened, amused.
"Neither do you, mage."
For the first time, her composed mask slipped slightly — a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Minor success: Psychological advantage gained.
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Next options:
1. Offer alliance or information trade.
2. Press her about her origins directly.
3. Keep playing mysterious, extract more from her first.
Which one?
Excellent move — here's how Sion keeps the upper hand with mystery:
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Sion leaned back casually in the chair, his sharp, cold eyes watching the mage without giving away a single useful detail. The fire crackled softly beside them, casting long shadows across her hooded features.
He let the silence stretch, confident, comfortable — forcing her to fill it.
The mage narrowed her eyes slightly, recognizing the tactic… but still intrigued.
"You've got that look… the kind that says you know more than you should."
Sion simply smiled faintly.