“Heard about you from Ghell. Said you might be coming around. You’re Bandi… Bolli’s… brother?” Rhin raised an eyebrow at him.
“Sister,” FPS corrected. Rhin frowned, confused.
“Sibling,” Tora corrected again in a panic.
“Awfully young to be her… sibling, aren’t you?”
“Yes well, sylvari don’t really age so—”
“And she’s never mentioned you to me.”
“They met late in life!” FPS piped in, helpful and eager.
“Oh?” Both Rhin’s eyebrows went up at that.
“Y-Yes. Found family, you see.” Tora tried desperately.
Rhin gave him a long considered look. Tora could feel cold droplets form on the back of his neck. FPS opened his mouth to say something and Tora swiftly slapped a hand over it. Now was not the time to say something stupid.
The old asura squinted.
Sniffed.
Finally shrugged.
“Well, if anyone knows what it’s like to have unorthodox relationships, I suppose it’s me,” he sighed. “So? What are you after then?”
The thief’s shoulders sunk with relief.
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