After Locke had finally stepped down from the stool Shadow had merely eyed the drunkards of the bar who held up their mugs and slurred something completely unrelated to what Locke was speaking of.
"Riveting." he said in usual dark voice.
Unsurprised by Jecht's departure, Shadow watched his dog finish off the last bits of steak, licking his teeth making sure to savor the delicious food. "You make a good steak." Shadow said as he patted Interceptor on the head, the dog wearing a very pleased expression. The addition of the blue haired youth to the Locke's rally caused Shadow to observe him unscrupulously. He seemed to carry himself well despite being exhausted from sparring.
An archer of some skill, judging from the craftsmanship of the bow, had grabbed Locke demanding answers regarding Firion. Knowing Locke had only a few answers, he almost expected the thief to hold her hands and look into her eyes professing his undying aid to her and her friends. A smooth thief, but a thief none the less.
Naturally Shadow had been the only one in the party that saved the world from Kefka to refer to Locke as such. The "T" word was never to be used lightly around Locke.
Licking the remainders off his plate chewing bits of meat, Interceptor was oblivious to the girl. Considering his answer before speaking Shadow said "The dog eats strangers. He's finishing the last one who touched him."
As was his usual approach, Shadow sounded deadly serious as his ice blue eyes moved the from bow on her back up to her face. So this was one of Firion's companions.
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"Riveting." he said in usual dark voice.
Unsurprised by Jecht's departure, Shadow watched his dog finish off the last bits of steak, licking his teeth making sure to savor the delicious food. "You make a good steak." Shadow said as he patted Interceptor on the head, the dog wearing a very pleased expression. The addition of the blue haired youth to the Locke's rally caused Shadow to observe him unscrupulously. He seemed to carry himself well despite being exhausted from sparring.
An archer of some skill, judging from the craftsmanship of the bow, had grabbed Locke demanding answers regarding Firion. Knowing Locke had only a few answers, he almost expected the thief to hold her hands and look into her eyes professing his undying aid to her and her friends. A smooth thief, but a thief none the less.
Naturally Shadow had been the only one in the party that saved the world from Kefka to refer to Locke as such. The "T" word was never to be used lightly around Locke.
Licking the remainders off his plate chewing bits of meat, Interceptor was oblivious to the girl. Considering his answer before speaking Shadow said "The dog eats strangers. He's finishing the last one who touched him."
As was his usual approach, Shadow sounded deadly serious as his ice blue eyes moved the from bow on her back up to her face. So this was one of Firion's companions.