Help that they both need (Closed RP)

"No, nor was I ever. I have been both a street urchin and an assassin. Why?" He asked, staring out from under his hood at the woman. Could she be trusted? Unlikely. She wasn't trusted either. Still, he wasn't moving away and that was confusing in its own right. Surely she wasn't that compelling.

No, maybe it was his sub-conscious way of trying to atone. To make peace with the girl he never knew. A silly thought, and one he pushed aside and hid away. As soon as it was gone, it was dredged back from the depths of his mind by the voice, repeating it over and over. If Talon's face had been more visible, it would clearly look frustrated.

"I have no reason to lie. Everyone knows me as an assassin regardless, due to my tenure as a Champion." He explained, looking to one side and taking a few steps. It all seemed too easy. Like she were simply surrendering herself. Perhaps it would be wise to strike now while she seemed distracted herself. End it before it cou-- No.

It had no purpose. It was merely an ease. A convenience. Even this foray into Ionian territory served a purpose. Several, in fact, but it wasn't particularly important what they were at the moment. He'd gotten what he'd come for and decided to try and focus. Foolish, maybe, because he hadn't had much ability to relax lately, but necessary to at least try. He would need every ounce of concentration he could muster in the coming months.

The cry of a song bird sent his thoughts back to reality. The peculiar red-haired woman was still there, still listening. Strange. He was used to being spited, flirted with or merely disregarded by everyone of the opposing gender. Sometimes reflexively poisoned, other times hated from a distance. Regardless of what it was he did. The entire situation reeked of subversion, though perhaps he was simply being too cautious.


"Hindsight is always crystal clear, now isn't it?" Talon spoke, only aware after he'd said it that it was for all to hear.

With narrowed eyes, Talon followed behind the woman, cautious, grip tensing on the handle of his blade. It could be a trap. Perhaps it was all just a trap. Too cautious? Not cautious enough. Perhaps a question would assuage his fears.

"What is wrong with this forest?" Talon asked, searching the branches of each tree swiftly and efficiently. They swayed in the breeze, a leaf parting from the rest everyone few moments. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not one thing suggested death was waiting at his next blink.

The grip on his weapon loosened a fraction, but his muscles remained coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The breeze picked up, brisk, seeking to find any seam it could worm its way into. the assassin's garb had no such weaknesses, tight to his body and thick enough to resist the chill, with any particularly extraneous catches done away with.

"I suppose this is what it's like to be 'normal' these days. I am not sure I truly want it."