A sense of unease settled into Kir's mind as he posed for a photo with a woman he'd never met before. The governess of the 8th Ward's only orphanage was a soft, heavyset elf with a generally happy demeanor under her silver hair and grey eyes.
She'd balked at the proposal Kir presented her with on behalf of Chancellor Imogen, arguing him down until he showed her a rather large amount on his icrys. Since then, she'd been all smiles, and if not for Imogen's vouchsafing, Kir would have suspected the elf was going to steal the crysta he was about to donate to the orphanage.
Having Amarena there had helped, and now the city's Knight Marshal was lifting children with her biceps as Kir hovered the crystal part of his icrys out to snap photos of a life he'd never had.
