"A good evening to you, Master Tristan," Avelina greeted, her voice low and respectful. There was a pause, an intake of breath, and then, "I must admit, your performance was quite a spectacle." Her gaze flickered to the remnants of Trevor scattered across the alley floor and then back to Tristan, her emerald eyes sparkling with an odd mix of fascination and terror.
Her greeting was met with a lift of an eyebrow, suspicion etched on his face. "And why should I care, Miss?" he asked, glancing at the rose symbol on her wrist before settling his icy gaze on her face.
[Name: Avelina]
