Felih is anxious, and it shows- but when she seems to be absolutely serious about her offer, he nods, eating just a few more bites before he stands and murmurs, "I- let's go out to the gates. It's quieter there. I'll let the guildmaster know I'm taking my leave for a while..."

He darts off to do just that, and returns soon enough, dressed more casually now that he's out of his culinarian's attire, in red and gold robes that are lovely and ornate, his hair out of its bun and down in a loose braid over his shoulder instead.

"This way," he urges, tail still flicking nervously as he leads her away, still feeling his heart pound. Was this real? The Warrior of Light, offering to kill that man- the one who had left scars on him, on others, who had defiled him so and left so many fearing for their safety, their freedom, their autonomy?

"You're... you're certain you're willing to do this? I- I'm nigh a stranger to you, after all," he asks, still stunned as they walk along. He was just one man, with his own problems, and yet she was willing to go out of her way to help him? Her power is apparent, and her eagerness to slaughter admittedly intimidating, but he knows she is a Warrior of Light- perhaps it's all true, the stories of how she helped people wherever she went.