[Liem asks this without any particular expectation one way or the other. On one hand, Tezcatlipoca does seem like a bit of an awful gremlin of a god, and Liem doesn’t want to attribute any charming traits to him that he hasn’t actually earned. But Set is also an awful gremlin of a god, and he has charm points of his own, so Liem can’t rule it out.]
Some of those antiques were magical. I’ve found at least a few wondrous items like those I used to wear in my own country.
[Of course, he isn’t wearing almost any of them now. Set has his ring, and Hayame has his bracers—and the unremarkable-looking little pouch at his hip gives off no magic aura, even to those sensitive to such things. But his point is simply that Highstorm’s baubles market can cater to more than just those prone to nostalgia.
But Tezcatlipoca probably won’t be surprised to hear him say,] I don’t visit Kowloon’s markets for enjoyment.
[He sips at his unexciting, ordinary water, regarding the god over the rim. Kowloon is a den of vice, so obviously he mainly visits for business—as a supplier, not as a customer. And, while the acquisition of profit is its own kind of fun, he doesn’t want Tezcatlipoca to get the wrong idea. When he visits Kowloon, it’s because he has to.]
But I have frequented the Last Dance, on occasion.
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[Liem asks this without any particular expectation one way or the other. On one hand, Tezcatlipoca does seem like a bit of an awful gremlin of a god, and Liem doesn’t want to attribute any charming traits to him that he hasn’t actually earned. But Set is also an awful gremlin of a god, and he has charm points of his own, so Liem can’t rule it out.]
Some of those antiques were magical. I’ve found at least a few wondrous items like those I used to wear in my own country.
[Of course, he isn’t wearing almost any of them now. Set has his ring, and Hayame has his bracers—and the unremarkable-looking little pouch at his hip gives off no magic aura, even to those sensitive to such things. But his point is simply that Highstorm’s baubles market can cater to more than just those prone to nostalgia.
But Tezcatlipoca probably won’t be surprised to hear him say,] I don’t visit Kowloon’s markets for enjoyment.
[He sips at his unexciting, ordinary water, regarding the god over the rim. Kowloon is a den of vice, so obviously he mainly visits for business—as a supplier, not as a customer. And, while the acquisition of profit is its own kind of fun, he doesn’t want Tezcatlipoca to get the wrong idea. When he visits Kowloon, it’s because he has to.]
But I have frequented the Last Dance, on occasion.