#byleth01

Kaz isn’t the type to ask for help. In fact, he’d much rather avoid it if at all possible - but it wasn’t very often that one finds themselves swooped up from a place they consider home and dropped off in the middle of an unfamiliar town, filled with things unfamiliar to Kaz. 

Yet, he wasn’t scared. Rather, he was intrigued with his surroundings - so much so, he doesn’t even realize that he could have bumped into someone if it weren’t for the fact that his cane taps the bottom of someone’s foot. 

He stops, taking a step back in order to avoid getting any closer to the stranger than he already has. 

“Ah.” 

“Apologies.”

His apology is quick, his voice soft, yet groggy. It’s clear that he isn’t interested much in sticking around to make small talk - but he figures that it might be better for him to at least be a little polite. 

He fiddles with the edge of his toy boy, somehow managing to sharpen it for a moment. Any good rouge would make the best of what they have, and if it can’t shoot properly, just jam it down someone throat. His voice is considerably cheerful despite the situation, or its just a facade. 

 “Tell me, is there some curse over this place that brings people in.”