Kilav frowned slightly, creases of concern snaking their way through his forehead. But he smiled warmly at the girl - She seemed... Intruiging, dangerous - but the kind of person that would be fun to hang around. He hadn't come up with a backstory. But he could easily pass as just a regular teenager of sorts from a rich family in his City. Yes, that would work.
"I'm from Valstram." He stated bluntly, he had enough money to buy himself a drink, but it would be rude to refuse the offer. "Sure." He said.
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