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Maria fell back and nursed her drink as Ethan cut in to the conversation, returning Lily's smile in reflective silence. From the sound of Lindwell's words, he was rejecting Lily. Even if his complaints were legitimate, she wasn't going to protest. A silversmith truly didn't belong on a usurper's staff, her primary worth was in the connections she held. That quality wasn't unique to her, any merchant they could grab off the streets could do the same, and that was exactly what Maria wanted. She could live with her actions before Ethan, a man she didn't know for anything other than wanting power, but Lily was different. Even if her relationship with the girl was sharing a drink and some stories, she was someone that had been let in to her life, if only for a desperate couple of minutes. No matter how many things she had betrayed that day, there were some things even Trinan was unwilling to tarnish. Perhaps she was only unable.
Leaving her thoughts for later, she listened through Lily's story, wondering where exactly the merchant was taking them and why her interest in their proposition only seemed to be growing. Esterl, she recognized the name of the girl's homeland. As she had been told so long ago, Lily and her sister had been successful silversmiths there. Even though the sly, blonde girl across the table never spoke of herself in the story, Trinan couldn't help but feel that it was meant to illustrate something to the two of them. At face value, she implied some relation to the Black Cat, or Cats. That was... Maria tensed, but held her even expression. It was insane to even think, but the way Lily told her story it almost seemed like that was what she wanted. It was hard to imagine two silversmiths doing well for themselves in the middle of such bleak circumstances, but the alternative, while somehow tantalizing, was even more farfetched. The idea that she had simply been lied to crossed her mind, not that it meant any offense. If the story here was the truth, the girl had every reason for hiding her history. On consideration, Maria knew that she wasn't any different. She lifted her cup and sipped lightly on what remained of the liquor. Lily had her rapt attention in speaking, but her eyes fell wide on Ethan, waiting for his answer. She wanted to know more, but her curiosity depended on Lindwell to enable it, at least while he was present.
Leaving her thoughts for later, she listened through Lily's story, wondering where exactly the merchant was taking them and why her interest in their proposition only seemed to be growing. Esterl, she recognized the name of the girl's homeland. As she had been told so long ago, Lily and her sister had been successful silversmiths there. Even though the sly, blonde girl across the table never spoke of herself in the story, Trinan couldn't help but feel that it was meant to illustrate something to the two of them. At face value, she implied some relation to the Black Cat, or Cats. That was... Maria tensed, but held her even expression. It was insane to even think, but the way Lily told her story it almost seemed like that was what she wanted. It was hard to imagine two silversmiths doing well for themselves in the middle of such bleak circumstances, but the alternative, while somehow tantalizing, was even more farfetched. The idea that she had simply been lied to crossed her mind, not that it meant any offense. If the story here was the truth, the girl had every reason for hiding her history. On consideration, Maria knew that she wasn't any different. She lifted her cup and sipped lightly on what remained of the liquor. Lily had her rapt attention in speaking, but her eyes fell wide on Ethan, waiting for his answer. She wanted to know more, but her curiosity depended on Lindwell to enable it, at least while he was present.