Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
With that, Stacy grinned wider than before. "Wow, thank you!" She then thought for a few moments more, before asking, "So...what kind of criminal are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
Most people would say that that wouldn't be a good question to answer, but he didn't care. He looked at Stacy and smiled like it was no bug deal, "I am an assassin."
Stacy stared. "...Huh." She blinked, then grinned, "Cool!" Clearly this girl did not have the emotion of fear. Most would be scared when facing an assasin in a camp of criminals. Stacy was fascinated. "Are you in Avaleur to kill someone?" she asked, sitting down on a desk.
"As of right now, no, but I am not saying that I haven't or that I won't. I am here and if a receive word that some does need to be out of the picture, I do it."
Stacy nodded. "Have you always wanted to be an assassin?" She asked, looking Enoch up and down again. Her eyes stopped at his gauntlets, and she blinked. "Also, if you kill people with those, wont it be obvious you did it? It's like a signature."
"Yes, I wanted to be a politician. I wanted to try and help the poor people. I wanted to balance the focus, I believed to would strengthen a nation to do that."
"Wow. That's pretty different from an assassin." she stated bluntly, rubbing the back of her head. "Well, as long as you like your job!" she grinned. She hopped off the table, and her stomach turned. Using the table for suppost, she rubbed her forehead. "You have to be kidding me..." she muttered, her illness taking effect of her. Not when I'm so far from home...
"O-Oh, I'm fine...I think...Just sick is all. Been sick ever since I could remember, so no worries! It happens sometimes!" she looked up at Enoch and smiled weakly.
"Oh no no no I'm fine. I'm just going to sit down and relax for a bit." she chuckled, slidding to the ground lightly. Looking up at Enoch, she smiled sheepisly, "I'm sorry for being a burden. First I walk into your home without permission, then I bother you, and now I'm ill. I'm not good at making friends."