The Mage lets out a tenuous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don't give me that much credit. I was in the area investigating a village that was found decimated, when I happened across a large Mordecai field, which led me to you and that girl, escorting the newest member of Grand Duke Calent's puppet collection." He shifts his stance into a more relaxed position. "I've never seen your face in Reajh, the Mordecai headquarters, which indicated you were either a new recruit, or a mercenary, and I took a gamble that you were the latter." Aven makes direct eye contact with Ignis, the black particles roaming through his silver irises slowing their erratic behavior, giving off an aura of deadly seriousness. "Your eyes crave excitement, I can see it, Ignis. Your potential is far beyond a simple escort, don't you agree?"
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