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A soft smile appeared on Nihal's face. It had been his job to satisfy. He was trained for it. The same could even be said for his musical career. Perhaps he was also trained to enjoy praise, as even after all these years, regardless of what it was for, it brought about a small sense of euphoria...

The celebrity gave a smile. "That they did," he responded. "But there's things that are more important than wealth and status in life." He didn't know Goliath's background, but he could only imagine the man rolling his eyes. That's what he would have done back when he was of little means...

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Nyaall continued to mindlessly watch the bard's beating, at least until Bean's gaze fell on Vixie. She had touched him, taken a hold of his arm to get him to stop, something he had yet to see anyone else do. His eyes widened as he feared the worst. Maybe she would succeed, but only to suffer the...

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As was expected, the trip with Marigold was... noisy. The little tid-bids the man dropped were interesting, Nyaall couldn't deny that, and yet, he wasn't all that sure they were completely true. On top of that, although the poet was creative, he didn't quite know how to tell a story. Perhaps it...

It seemed that none of the others wanted to elaborate. Left at just that, Nihal would have concluded their search was unfruitful. And yet, their expressions seemed to go beyond simple disappointment. Perhaps when searching, there were outcomes worse than not finding what you were looking for...

Nyaall stiffened a bit as the young Centurion pushed him forward. The only reason he had questioned Bean was for the sake of efficiency. He looked at the boy's face, which held a smile which the performer could only clock as genuine, at least this time. For some reason, that made things even...

Being one who hadn't spent time with Bean before, the disdain towards Marigold seemed excessive to Nihal. The man had a flair for the dramatic and certainly seemed like he embellished things. He was annoying, and may very well lead them to a dead end, and Bean seemed to think he was deserving of...

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Nihal scratched his head after hearing Marigold's account. Would someone who was skilled enough to kill a Centurion really be dumb enough to believe some bystander was a Valencian prince? A lost one at that? "Is it?" the performer asked when Bean asked if their mission was accomplished...

Nihal eyed Giovanni as he spoke and then went on to bicker with Bean. This place... really was meant to appeal to people's vices. The high class drinks, the lavish cigars, the beautiful people (hopefully) employed having to do nothing more than act like attractive furniture... and then even...

Nyaall let out a chuckle at the instrument mentioned. "I'll try to pick it up," he assured. Even beyond a romantic gesture, a unique instrument could certainly add to a piece. He caught the sorrow in Dante's eyes as he spoke his last sentence, causing him to purse his lips ever so slightly. He...

Nihal let out a snort. "Quit paradoxical, isn't it?" He was recognized for lost potential, and yet he wouldn't have been considered as having potential if he hadn't taken his own life in the first place. He watched the small exchange between Vixie and Dante. It seemed the man wanted to try to...

The cat boy gave a thoughtful nod in response to Dante's words about the author. "It's tragic, but grimly interesting," he responded. He never had the chance to read it. He hadn't ever been much of a reader. In fact, he struggled quite a bit with it until he was being prepared for Outland Idol...

Once Vixie had stepped away, the game continued. Nihal gave a nod to the man's words, but there was skepticism in his eyes. Profit made the world go around. He knew that since birth. His home was one of those profit farms, and as he grew up, he remained a cash cow. He let out a chuckle at the...

The musician watched as Dante did his best to sell the establishment to Vixie. Despite him having spent the last few weeks partaking in a lot of what went on here, Nihal would have preferred if Dante left Vixie out of it. Then again, maybe it'd be okay if she enjoyed some of the food they had...

Nihal had often heard of people conflating cockiness with confidence, but this was the first time he had seen someone completely lean into it. Maybe it was part of the role he was given. Those were common at his old place of worth, but most of them were usually more meek and accommodating. Then...

Nihal grimaced at the answer Gunther gave to Vixie's question. He had heard all about places like these from his peers and was familiar with their workings, even if he had never been allowed to partake. He doubted he would anyway, being in the same mindset as Bean. If the clientele for this...

The mention of an explosion from Bean normally would have been concerning, but in his current state, all Nyaall could go was gleefully agree. "Okay!" He followed along with the others, noting the song that Bean was humming. He had he heard it before? Maybe... or maybe Bean's taste was different...