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Rags returned the stare, his eyes dark and emotionless as he looked at the thief. He then examined his surroundings with interest, taking mental notes of what he saw. The place was strange, but manageable. He limped over to a nearby table, sitting down and examining his robes, making sure nothing had come undone when he appeared.

Lief, eventually, found what he had been searching for. He raised an eyebrow, slightly curious, though he didn’t move. His hand slipped to his belt, but any weapons that were previously there were gone, either lost or used on a bet. He was irritated that Hans hadn’t returned his first dagger nor sword, though the thief didn’t wish to think about it.

He would keep an eye on the stranger, making small judgements and assumptions. Lief wondered if he was dangerous, but then resides he wasn’t, either. With these wounds from before, he doubted he could defend himself.

Ember turned and watched the new person appear from nowhere, reminding her of Hans' close, Airica, and immediately felt herself grow stiff with worry, suspicion, as well as mild fear. The being wasn't making any movements to hint at a plan of attack, but neither did the crazed woman before she almost sent Liefthous to his death. The red-head tried not to look too long for the possibility of angering them- but she could feel them still almost. Which didn't help with putting her at ease in the slightest.

Her crossed arms tightened slightly and she glanced to her hands, most of the burns closing up, though not healed. Taking a swift round at the man next to her, Ember remembered his leg wound and narrowed her eyes. They couldn't engage in another fight again unless they wanted to lose something; limb or life.

Lief lowered his voice, his stare still fixed on the stranger. His next question was directed at the woman, though he didn’t move his attention. "Do you still have the dagger?" He was guessing, if the stranger did make a move of any attack methods against anyone, he would risk putting his life at stake. Though, he’d rather Ember use a weapon to defend herself than him.

He understood this thought and plan was reckless, and most likely dangerous, though he was willing to see through with it. His hope was the stranger was easy-going and nothing of the sorts like Erica, who would attack for sending a simple glance at her loved one. He sighed silently, focused on his thoughts.

Ember held back her jump from Liefthous' sudden words but whispered a small and short, "Yes.", before placing her head on the backside of her one hand, the other sliding down to her waist where she remembered putting the weapon. It rested there as she was slightly concerned. "We are to stand ground.", the red-head muttered her inquire with a quick glance thrown his way.

Anxiety was beginning to bubble up and the woman could feel tightness seeping all around. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this nervous for a possible fight; maybe it was because the stakes were higher than she was used to. That success wasn't a guarantee. Whatever it was, it kept her thankfully on edge.

Rags eventually tired of sitting in silence and decided to attempt to interact with some of the people here. He stood and walked over to them, moving slowly and catiously, dark eyes flashing around, glinting with a mixture of paranoia and fear.

He was unsure how to start a conversation by the time he reached them, so simply greeted them, his voice as dry and rough as the rest of him appeared. "Hello." He said, before coughing, clearing his throat, and waiting for a response.

Lief nodded at Ember, watching as the stranger decided to approach them. The thief smiled at the rough hello, tilting his head to the right slightly. "G’day." The Hellion returned the greeting with hints of care in his tone.

He remained on edge, though he was to act as if he were careless- which.. wasn’t incorrect. He unfolded his hands to readjust his ruffled hair, tying it back into a bun. As he thought, he realized he was itching for another fight. Even if it caused pain, he would risk it. The thief never understood why, but he owned a strange liking for the weaker attempts of violence, especially if he knew he stood a chance.

Ember looked to the newest addition to the Hall before greeting him the way she did with Liefthous; arm in front of her, tilting her elbow inward, bowing her head, paired with a blink. Once done she put her arm down and swayed slightly in her seat, the woman waited. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect by this point and it did strike her odd that the man next to her would ask about a weapon and then act as if nothing happened. Not really on board or rather aware of stealth, she contemplated this until the new person spoke again.

He wasn't entirely sure how to respond, unfamiliar with Ember's greeting, and unsure whether or not it was a good day, as the photoreceptors in his retinas had been damaged beyond repair. He decided to simply accept it and move on. He lowered his head in a sort of half bow to Ember, then turned to Lief. "I suppose it is." He said simply, his voice comparable to the sound of sandpaper against a metal nail. "If you don't mind me asking, what is this place?" He asked, hoping that at least one of them would have an answer.

Lief inhaled sharply, managing to wear a grin. His ears lowered at the sound of the rough voice, and he nearly winced. He furrowed his brows slightly. "This place?" He blinked, repeating the question. His thoughts were flickering throughout his mind, and he sat in silence for a moment.

A smirk creased his lips before he spoke again. "This.. place.. could be so many things! A hangout, a theatre, an arena!" His voice would be dipped with enthusiasm, though he was attempting to be bothersome. "A magnificent place where anything can happen! Have you never been here before, Dear Friend?" The Hellion lifted a brow. "Oh! What you are missing out on! How wonderful this place is- it’s extraordinary!"

He was struggling not to laugh at himself, let alone cringe. The thief continued smiling brightly, holding out his hand for a supposed handshake with the stranger. "I am the one-and-only Lief Thous! And, who are you, Dear Friend?"

He was silent momentarily before nodding, a slight, gravelly chuckle emerging from underneath his robes. "Hm. That wasn't very informative, but thank you nonetheless. As for my name, well..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I go by many names, and have forgotten my own. You can call me what you wish, Mr. Thous." He said, accepting the handshake, his hand wrapped in rags with a small patch of blackened, burnt skin uncovered they shook hands. He quickly released his hand and rewrapped the skin. "Sorry about that."

Ember blinked again and looked between the two men; bewildered at Liefthous' odd display of himself and the new comer's presence. At the sight of his burnt hands her interest peaked slightly, wondering of he had the same consequences as she did. Though her own consequence would make her skin pink and exposed rather than what would happen if someone was to touch fire. The woman kept her gaze switching from his hands to himself, occasionally to Liefthous- still confused at his tone of voice.

A small warning emerged in the back of his thoughts, but he was bothered of the fact the stranger didn’t seem annoyed. Well. That was a waste of energy. He thought, poking out his lips for a moment. "It’s perfectly fine, Dear Friend! It’s a pleasure to meet you!" He flashed another smile, lowering the amount of enthusiasm in his voice but managing to keep the joking tonality. "Can I call you that? Oh! And don’t bother calling me ‘Mr. Thous’. I haven’t earned that title." He chuckled.

He took this moment to study the stranger, whispering beneath his breath as he folded his hands again. He placed his hands over his mouth, narrowing his eye with a skeptical look. Sending another look to the ceiling, the thief seemed to be debating something.. with himself once again.

By the second time it was said, Ember finally heard it and it sent a shuttering stop to all thoughts in her head. No...it couldn't...could she have...? The red-head turned to ask Liefthous her question but saw that he was in the odd thinking stance again. Closing her mouth, she half pouted, silently worried for a mistake she may have made some time ago. In her sad bout she rested her head on top of her hand, looking to her seat partner from time to time. The stranger had said something concerning the man next to her and then he said it too...

...It was getting on her nerves a bit, but she kept quiet.

Snapping to his senses, Lief's attention shifted from the roof to the woman next to him. "Hm..?" He raised his brows. "Apologies. Were you going to say something, Ember..?" He would turn his head to face her, lowering his hands. He blinked a few times, casually staring between the ceiling, Ember, and the stranger. He was wondering if he had dazed for too long, and missed yet another statement of words. It was a.. 'talent' of his to zone out, usually ignoring others and focusing on his thoughts.

He straightened his posture and rolled his shoulders back, his eye fluttering as he regained his center of attention.

Ember turned back to the man, distress livid in her eyes but she tried to keep herself calm. "Your...your spoken name is not Liefthous...it is not of like how I say it.", she stumbled out slightly. There was an excessive amount of guilt she was feeling at the moment for not speaking her companion's name correctly. The woman had been saying it wrong the entire time!

"What?" He muttered, confused at her worried tone. He was panicked. What had he said? Had he said his real name without knowing? He swallowed his fear, a smile weakly plastered across his concerned expression. "No, no- It's fine!" He could feel the panic rising in his mind. "Lief Thous. Liefthous. It's not a huge deal, Ember. You just had a different way of speaking. That's all."

He decided to play it off, alarm twisting its way into his thoughts. What if he had said his unspoken name without knowing? How would he explain that?

Ember refused to look at him, too ashamed. It could have been passed as anger, the look on her face, but she wasn't the best at figuring things out so she wasn't aware of said detail. Often she didn't care for her difference in speech. She could understand other and those others understood her- spoken names were always an issue with her. An issue for all of her House really.

"Liefthous is not Liefthous...Thous...Liefth-...Lief.", the red-head kept correcting herself under her breath, focusing heavily on her lap. Eyebrows furrowed and a drown adorning her face. Shame and determination were battling each other out in the woman's head.

The thief chuckled lightly. "Don't worry 'bout it." He rolled his eyes with a grin. "We can.. consider it as a nickname, hm?" He poked her shoulder, laughing. "Listen- I don't care if you call me 'L.T.', for all it matters. Just.. don't worry about it too much. I've had plenty of people get my name wrong. Heck! I've been called 'Leith' a few times. Can you imagine that?" He snorted, the memories washing over him. The male leaned back with a childish grin. "It's no big deal, alright?"

He glimpsed at her, cocking a brow as he asked the previous question.

"-Leaf.", Ember finally stopped to pay attention, eyes slightly wide at the fact that he wasn't mad at her for getting it wrong this whole time. She thought about talking a few times but thought otherwise half way through each time, settling on, "Liefthous.", in a small whisper, rubbing her eyes after. A tiny headache was surfacing and her body felt warm.

"...Liefthous is nick-spoken name of Liefthous.", she crossed her arms over the table and placed her head there, tilting it to look at the man next to her with a tired ghost of a grin. "An apologies.", Ember apologized, slightly muffled by her arm.