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She came from such humble beginnings yet was rattling off how to do...things he had no idea about...without blinking. The daughter of a barmaid and a factory worker? Vivian chewed his food as he guided her back to his room, shutting the door behind him. Something wasn't adding up. A kid wanting books on Artificing instead of, who knew...candy was all he'd wanted at her age. Well, candy and someone who gave half a shit. If her mother was a barmaid and her father a factory worker, why was she here in Amoren? How did she get this far on her own? He eyed her suspiciously, putting his book on the desk in his room.
"Only if you tell me where you picked up those acting skills, kid." Vivian said slowly. "Some things aren't piecing together for me, but you've got your secrets and I've got mine. You teach me how to use these formulae..." he patted the book on the desk. "And I'll happily teach you how to be a thief. We can even steal some things from Lucas; he doesn't mind, I steal things from him all the damn time and I'll put them back. Your main concern will be dodging the Veir. They're a sadistic pair, those two. You keep out of sight. Shoes off in the house, heel toe it, and be careful how you creep around. Yeah?"
Vivian dug in his pockets and set the food on his desk, sighing and looking at her. "My name's Vivian, by the way. Vivian Kreine, Master Malformist."