He was certain they were taking in his looks, as disheveled as they were now. He was wearing tight fitting, dark grey clothing. His body was not the well-muscled and imposing body of a soldier. He was muscular sure, but he was… scrawny in comparison. His body was made for speed and silence. A spy indeed. “I may not look the part, but I did get the training for it,” he said, not a complete lie. His clan had trained him to fight, but they mostly focused on turning him into a weapon of subterfuge.
Annabelle seemed to consider him for a moment. He wondered what she might be thinking about him. How much did she know? His clan was foolish to think they could trick her. Zli assumed that ignorance would be the safest card to play for now. With some internal conversation settled, her eyes then shifted to Reign. “She will be your guardian,” Annabelle instructed. Zli bristled, only losing composure for a heartbeat before regaining his mask. “I’m sure you won’t need it, but we must still provide it,” she added.