Starter for @brumetowerassassin.
“Wh--” The half-syllable got stuck between their helm and the air outside of it, suspended in their quickly mounting panic. A few rats huddled behind the servant’s greaves, peering around the human among them to the stranger they had led them to, though most of the denizens of the burrows watched from afar, beady eyes catching only the faintest lights in the darkness.
They spluttered a few moments more, hands hovering near their chest as they found themself unable to choose an appropriate gesture suited to the situation. Before them was an unfortunately familiar visage of silver armor and a lance of dreadful size. “Wh- What--” They huffed, making a visible effort to get all of their words out precisely. “What. A- Are you. Doing here.”
If their master caught on to this little agreement because a genuine assassin was left unattended, and saw fit to mill about the underground kingdom as if he owned the place, it would be Mire’s head on the chopping block. The two barely knew one another, the other’s virtue only so far tested by accepting an agreeable trade. Perhaps they hadn’t made themself clear enough about not walking about alone.
