[ While he's generally avoided the arena, merely because it doesn't interest him, he has a vested interest in learning as much as he can about Messalina, her motives, and her goals. So when she invites everything to the arena, he goes, watching the proceedings carefully.
Although his attention is primarily on the fights themselves, Nami doesn't go unnoticed, nor does the golden mouse that drops off a parchment at his feet before disappearing between his legs.
Intriguing.
After watching the spot it disappeared through for a brief moment, he looks up at Nami, his expression unmoving. ]
No.
[ His gaze flicks down, looking for the pin that Karsa had given everyone in their party. It's a large city and there are far more natives than party members, but most people are participating in the cheering and leering of the combatants from their seats rather than running around after the mouse. ]
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Although his attention is primarily on the fights themselves, Nami doesn't go unnoticed, nor does the golden mouse that drops off a parchment at his feet before disappearing between his legs.
Intriguing.
After watching the spot it disappeared through for a brief moment, he looks up at Nami, his expression unmoving. ]
No.
[ His gaze flicks down, looking for the pin that Karsa had given everyone in their party. It's a large city and there are far more natives than party members, but most people are participating in the cheering and leering of the combatants from their seats rather than running around after the mouse. ]