It's a social game like so many things, you both smile and talk and pretend you're not well aware, like you're not analyzing the other's every word and expression, predicting their next moves. From the moment you look in each other's direction you're both well aware of who you each work for. Except really, you'd be stupid not to, it's not like you could ever actually go to combat and win, especially not some of the huge muscly giants of men who guard the places you break into.Īnd when he's said too much he knows he slipped up. Archery, lockpicking, sneaking, pickpocketing, sneaking up from behind and stabbing and other stealth kills - never entering direct combat, but managing to always remain hidden, making use of elements (a cryo user, in this case), do everything indirectly, and when actual combat arises, you flee. You're not some tall muscly guy like he is, nor are you skilled in combat, your specialties lie in a few key areas: namely, stealth and charisma.
Whoever's in charge of you has also sent you on a mission to obtain it, you, who are a similar sort of person to a harbinger, essentially some personal agent or spy of some greater organization. Well, the Fatui aren't the only ones who want it, of course. In some alternate universe, Morax really was dead, and the gnosis really was inside that corpse.
