The moment his chaotic, razor edged little 'flechettes' of swirling spirit had pierced the sigil reinforced barrier she had set up around her workshop in that fort… she knew what he was. Why he was like he was. And it was the biggest reason she had not 'overreacted'.
"Do you mind if I ask… has your Aspect been identified already in the past by your lands' Guilds? I do already know the likely answer, but it always pays not to assume."
The noble rose his chin into the air and looked like he was going to say something quite self-important. Even his spirit seemed 'happy' and 'proud'. That dense, large single 'arrow' stuck tight to the area around the back of his head.
"No one has any idea, even myself!"
"What will you pay me if I could tell you?"
"Absolutely nothing, thank you. I'm fine now."
The brunette covered her mouth, amused by both his candor and certainty.
