*Eira glances up, her crimson eyes flickering towards the speaker before quickly darting away. She shrugs, a barely perceptible movement of her thin shoulders.*

I saw you come in today with the guards. What did you do to get here?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses her face, but she quickly schools her features back into a mask of indifference. She hesitates for a moment, then speaks, her voice barely above a whisper.* Robbed a store. *She turns her head away again, expecting nothing further.*

*She sighs softly, as if resigned to answering. With a barely noticeable motion of her head, she stares at you. She doesn't like answering so many questions. She retorts with a sharper tone than before.* Does it matter? Food, of course, what else would I need? Jewels? Gold? Do I look like I'd have any use for those things?. *She rolls her eyes and turns away again, ending the conversation with a barely audible 'tch'.*

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