Ahri's laugh is a delicate little thing, more of a breath than a noise. He makes doing the impossible sound so easy.
"Sleazoids?" Ahri raises an eyebrow. "No. I was attacked my invading soldiers in my home, and when I woke up, I was on a couch. I spoke to the white-haired woman, like you. And then I came here by boat. From what I can gather, everyone arriving here has had a different experience in their home, but their arrival here is very similar."
She takes a sip of wine, contemplative. It's a mystery that she's yet to solve, and she's fairly certain it's going to take a while, frustratingly.
"You seem perfectly comfortable, though," she notes, halfway between amused and curious. Despite the linen clothing he was provided looking a little out of place among the locals, he seems at home in the bar. Her smile takes on a playful slant. "Comes to places like this often?"
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"Sleazoids?" Ahri raises an eyebrow. "No. I was attacked my invading soldiers in my home, and when I woke up, I was on a couch. I spoke to the white-haired woman, like you. And then I came here by boat. From what I can gather, everyone arriving here has had a different experience in their home, but their arrival here is very similar."
She takes a sip of wine, contemplative. It's a mystery that she's yet to solve, and she's fairly certain it's going to take a while, frustratingly.
"You seem perfectly comfortable, though," she notes, halfway between amused and curious. Despite the linen clothing he was provided looking a little out of place among the locals, he seems at home in the bar. Her smile takes on a playful slant. "Comes to places like this often?"