Lusser walked through the streets with an exceedingly relaxed, natural demeanor. He was very much at home in this sort of environment, knowing all too well the rhythm of bustle and commerce amongst the riff-raff of the streets, as well as the debauchery and petty crime that dwelt just out of view. Perhaps surprisingly, Lusser felt little more than disdain at the cutpurses and cutthroats that surrounded him; while he employed games of strategy while using subtle tricks, straight-up theft typically involves what he sees as simple, brutish methods such as threats and straight up violence or other shows of force. In his state of complacency (at least by Lusser standards), he managed to notice the telltale feeling of someone staring at him. Turning his head, he saw Alina, whose gaze shifted around with astounding frequency.

	“You seem quite nervous,” Lusser noted tactfully. “Is there something troubling you? I don’t think we’ve encountered anything particularly stress-inducing.” The dragon frowned thoughtfully, noting that this young woman was… perplexing, to say the least. One had to wonder what could happen to a person to make them so shy and nervous. He started to consider that the idea that she was up to something nefarious, but quickly dismissed it on the grounds that she hardly seemed to be the type to do such a thing. He had long ago noted that he had a good enough talent for judging those around him, and decided that it saved a lot of stress to have faith in that talent and stop second-guessing himself.