[After a moment of consideration, Atem approaches the table, too. His shoulders lock, tense and hidden under his cloak where the guy can't see. He doesn't know him. From the looks of it he isn't a threat, not a demon or duatling, but his calm demeanor unnerves Atem as it belies the room around them. Either he's used to this or there's something more. Atem's a cautious man, an ordinary person wouldn't react like that in this situation, he knows because...
Well, there's a reason Atem finds hell fitting.
Atem opts to mirror the guy's attitude, though his interest piqued. The small talk and laugh seem innocent enough.]
Not that long ago, I'd say an hour or two. [He watches for anything odd.] You speak as if you've been here a while.
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Well, there's a reason Atem finds hell fitting.
Atem opts to mirror the guy's attitude, though his interest piqued. The small talk and laugh seem innocent enough.]
Not that long ago, I'd say an hour or two. [He watches for anything odd.] You speak as if you've been here a while.