[Now, here's the thing. This could just be a regular civilian, as lost as Gepard feels these days. This could be nothing. He'd be unjustified in randomly assaulting someone who might be lost. "I thought he was the very strange thief," wouldn't hold any weight in front of the architects.
Gepard hasn't consciously realized it yet, but he's already settled on a plan: at the first sign of something untoward - a thrown punch, a knife, a rock lobbed at his head, the possibilities are endless - he'll take the bottle in his hands and throw it at the guy. Simple, straightforward, and he can go from there. He has yet to realize that this will end very stupidly for everyone involved.
For now, he just frowns. Not angry, just a little bit puzzled.]
The Administrative District? It's...that way. [He turns in that direction.] Belobog's not that big... [Odd. Sure, it's a decent sized city given the situation, but it's not that huge, so huge locals get turned around on a regular basis, maybe.] Are you from the Underworld? [Strange...]
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Gepard hasn't consciously realized it yet, but he's already settled on a plan: at the first sign of something untoward - a thrown punch, a knife, a rock lobbed at his head, the possibilities are endless - he'll take the bottle in his hands and throw it at the guy. Simple, straightforward, and he can go from there. He has yet to realize that this will end very stupidly for everyone involved.
For now, he just frowns. Not angry, just a little bit puzzled.]
The Administrative District? It's...that way. [He turns in that direction.] Belobog's not that big... [Odd. Sure, it's a decent sized city given the situation, but it's not that huge, so huge locals get turned around on a regular basis, maybe.] Are you from the Underworld? [Strange...]