Vincent can't help but frown when he hears that about Irahl's job. As unfair as his employment situation had been, Vincent also knows there were some pretty big reasons he stayed instead of just fucking off into the woods or something. He takes the container back when he hears its contents being rolled towards him in the carton.
He decides not to touch on the topic and follows Irahl's diversion, but the follow-up questions aren't exactly easy to answer. Vincent begins to think while across the room, Robin lets out another small sigh and speaks.
"Well, you can't say you just woke up here. Right now, my leading theory is that there was some kind of dramatic magical event that caused you to appear here, but folks in this city are about as freaked out by magic as they are by monsters."
Robin looks a little annoyed by this fact, now that he's been places where magic won't get you killed. This conveniently hides that he's also annoyed that he doesn't know how Irahl got here, or why people from Nor seem to be showing up in Skeleton City in general. But he continues on.
"Honestly... If we can get you those papers, you can probably just say you're from another city in the forest, far away from here. You may not be believed all the time, but if they think you've got ties to the Capitol... The Capitol has their own skyport, so who knows what other cities they've been in contact with. You know?"
It's not exactly airtight, but again, Robin's banking on the average person filling in the story themselves, and anyone more thorough being put at-ease by some official documentation.
Vincent then speaks a little out of nowhere, kind of jumping off of Robin's thoughts but also kind of skipping back to Irahl's first question.
"My brother knows about what happened. He was helpin' me look for you." He gestures a little with his box, "So I dunno about other people, but he'll at least get that shit's weird an' hard to explain."
"...You told him about the Fleet?" Robin asks, surprised. This is apparently new information to him.
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He decides not to touch on the topic and follows Irahl's diversion, but the follow-up questions aren't exactly easy to answer. Vincent begins to think while across the room, Robin lets out another small sigh and speaks.
"Well, you can't say you just woke up here. Right now, my leading theory is that there was some kind of dramatic magical event that caused you to appear here, but folks in this city are about as freaked out by magic as they are by monsters."
Robin looks a little annoyed by this fact, now that he's been places where magic won't get you killed. This conveniently hides that he's also annoyed that he doesn't know how Irahl got here, or why people from Nor seem to be showing up in Skeleton City in general. But he continues on.
"Honestly... If we can get you those papers, you can probably just say you're from another city in the forest, far away from here. You may not be believed all the time, but if they think you've got ties to the Capitol... The Capitol has their own skyport, so who knows what other cities they've been in contact with. You know?"
It's not exactly airtight, but again, Robin's banking on the average person filling in the story themselves, and anyone more thorough being put at-ease by some official documentation.
Vincent then speaks a little out of nowhere, kind of jumping off of Robin's thoughts but also kind of skipping back to Irahl's first question.
"My brother knows about what happened. He was helpin' me look for you." He gestures a little with his box, "So I dunno about other people, but he'll at least get that shit's weird an' hard to explain."
"...You told him about the Fleet?" Robin asks, surprised. This is apparently new information to him.
"Yeah, well... Couldn't not." Vincent shrugs.