[The coat was bulkier than the worst burnous, but it had cushioned Nyx's fall a little, and cushioned her against the cold even more. But it was dark, dark enough to easily stand out on the snow, and she didn't like how it made her feel, how it made drawing a knife harder than it should be, when she was approaching someone and she didn't know if they'd be friendly or not.
Then again, not drawing knives on people usually made them more inclined to friendliness.]
Pretty much my thought. Looks like you're the man with the solution to that too.
[Fuck this land, and fuck the cold, but Nyx doesn't give up a note, has never given up on a target in her life. Even if she's pretty sure she's lost by now.]
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Then again, not drawing knives on people usually made them more inclined to friendliness.]
Pretty much my thought. Looks like you're the man with the solution to that too.
[Fuck this land, and fuck the cold, but Nyx doesn't give up a note, has never given up on a target in her life. Even if she's pretty sure she's lost by now.]