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Kit made an agreeable sound in the back of her throat. Note; people and tried to hurt him, and probably died. Of course, there was any number of things he might have meant; imprisonment, bribery, exposure to a mind-meltingly awful bard; but death seemed the best conclusion to draw. Less chance of underestimating him that way.
"Illicit?" After a moment she grinned, propped on hand on her waist. "Unless you consider hopping between rooftops a crime, nah. The low streets in this city are so long and winding if you don't borrow a Ravosala. It's easier to look for high streets, over ropes and short jumps." Leaps she had said, and she was being literal. It was no real secret how she got around Ravok; no point in hiding harmless things that would be as easily discovered if he stepped outside and watched her leave, or even just asked around. Shy Carsma moved by leaping and climbing, whenever she could. That was not one of her secrets.
She was admittedly unsure of what he thought she thought this was 'about.' Maybe trying to deny that he was working with Valerius as a poisoner? Not, of course, that he would trust that information with the courier who delivered that message if it was true. Just like he likely wouldn't trust her declaration of innocence; after all, if she had done something illicit, why would she tell a stranger? This conversation was going nowhere, except in circles. "I don't suppose that you have a message for me to return to Mister Nitrozian?" She asked, trying to call back her facade of the professional courier before Kit gave anything significant away.
"Illicit?" After a moment she grinned, propped on hand on her waist. "Unless you consider hopping between rooftops a crime, nah. The low streets in this city are so long and winding if you don't borrow a Ravosala. It's easier to look for high streets, over ropes and short jumps." Leaps she had said, and she was being literal. It was no real secret how she got around Ravok; no point in hiding harmless things that would be as easily discovered if he stepped outside and watched her leave, or even just asked around. Shy Carsma moved by leaping and climbing, whenever she could. That was not one of her secrets.
She was admittedly unsure of what he thought she thought this was 'about.' Maybe trying to deny that he was working with Valerius as a poisoner? Not, of course, that he would trust that information with the courier who delivered that message if it was true. Just like he likely wouldn't trust her declaration of innocence; after all, if she had done something illicit, why would she tell a stranger? This conversation was going nowhere, except in circles. "I don't suppose that you have a message for me to return to Mister Nitrozian?" She asked, trying to call back her facade of the professional courier before Kit gave anything significant away.
