"No, I am not a thief. I can just... make whatever I need. One way or another.
But my friend was the type to steal from Lords and royalty, and spread the wealth among the common people. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
"Oh, certainly not. I'd rather fight my way out of Hell again than return to Europe."
Scarlet gestured to the other short pillar beside herself.
"But, back then, I did frequently work with a group. One of them was a thief, like you."
"I haven't had a chance to speak the language in a few centuries, I'll spare you my chopped up memory of it."
Her hand opened, as if dropping something. Her red mist descended to the ground, causing cracks before two pillars of concrete would rise. Scarlet took a seat on one.
