Originally Posted by
Lord Magtok
Arcane Threads => Food Court
"Alright, well then let's get something to eat and talk about your whole life debt thing." Saint Lazarus nods, figuring she can probably have Fidelia set up with a part-time job, a halfway decent apartment in Inside, and an excuse to get out of the life debt in a matter of months, probably. Maybe pretend to not notice some thug with a knife behind her, so Fidelia can stab the guy in the back or something. She'll need some kind of armor of her own, though. Something lightweight and innocuous, like those seemingly normal clothes with the armor plating that hardens when struck. Not everyone can ignore a dozen bullets to the chest as easily as Saint Lazarus can.