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Finaly he decided to set them on his back for the moment, the cape of his cloating would get in the way but he could alwais cut it off if neaded. Careful not to cut himself, he slided them inside his cloaths where they vanish inside his skin leaving a tatoo like imprint until they would be pulled out again. He ajusted his shirt to make it impossible to see the swords shaped stain on his skin and put the cloath back where it was. To finish his look he hanged a small decorative dager at his belt, nothing too fancy, just a small somthing to take the eyes out of where the real wearpons were hiding.

Has he did so he caugh the sight of Emrys in the doorway and froze, unsure of how to react. The then sigh, nearvously once he reconise them as the boy of earlyer. " You can come in i guess..."

Odelina nodded enthusiastically. I cant wait to see it! I bet it is amazing. She said. Her smile grew wider. Everything that was supposed to come of all this sounded so exciting, she was just worried about the whole fighting thing.

Amias

Amias nodded to the woman, a small smile on his lips. Watching Riften be so happy and cheerful made his days a little- actually- a lot less miserable. He made sure to wrap the cloth over his eyes again, adjusting them for a moment before he turned to Riften and the woman.
"They are very nice, thank you ma'am. If there is ever a ball like this again, I know who to come to." Amias grinned. "I'm assuming that means you like yours, Riften?"

Emrys was still in awe as she watched. She had seen magic of course, but those swords were something else. Honestly, are they planning to crash the ball? Wouldn't it be easier to do things quietly? Or wait, is this a backup plan? I should probably get going... She thought, looking up from the floor. That's when she froze too, locking eyes with him. She just got caught.
Emrys nervously got up, walking into the room like a toddler that was going to get a scolding.
"Er- I didn't mean to spy- I swear-" She started.

Before dealing with the issue he peer outside, ensuring that nobody else were there before locking the door. Turning around he look at the younger boy wih his usual icy stare. " I supose that you saw the blades... You are not in that mutch trouble, it's not like you could make them phisical without proper training eather way so right now you can't take them from me." He sigh " You can ask me anything about them, as long as you don't tell anyone about them just yet."

Emrys typically wasn't fazed by much, but Averill's icy glare certainly sent shivers down her spine.
"Do the blades have a name? Wherever did you get them? What kind of magic was that? Why would I take them? What are you issuing them for?" She started firing off her many questions like a child, her eyes completely shining with curiosity. She also just started talking too much when she was nervous. "Oh, too many questions, sorry. But what are you going to use them for?"

He frozed up at first internaly, panicking at the amound of questions. " Well, if evrything goes well no raison, i just don't want to leave them behind if we have to flee the castle... they... were belonging to one of the very few people that i ever conciderated part of my familly. As for their names, they don't have any just yet."

"Thank you so much!" Ahelissa exclaimed, her voice full of surprise. Then her mood darkened. "But, if I get freed, where will I go? I can't go home," she said as she rubbed her scar with her thumb. Suddenly, she blew out a deep sigh and looked back up toward Remilia. "Let's just focus on getting to the seamstress right now," she said, offering a weak smile

Emrys went quiet for a minute, taking in the answers before she spoke again.
"You should name them. Where I'm from, a nameless sword will betray it's wielder in battle." She spoke a bit mindlessly. In Allurith, her people took their weapons very seriously. Only then did she realize she was supposed to be pretending to be born in Adreoles. "So, you aren't really planning on using them?"