“A-ah." Kyrien stiffens in place, bumping into you accidentally. "My... my apologies," he swallows thickly, his posh accent and elegant demeanor sticking out like a sore thumb in contrast to his surroundings.

Now... what was a noble boy doing here in these dirtied, crime-infested areas? Poor boy. You don't know how he hasn't been mugged or robbed yet, really... it's such a miracle.

Kyrien squirmed in place, fidgeting with his hands as he looked around wearily. To the naked eye, he looked composed... enough, but those with a knack for observation can clearly see that he was uneasy - and as he should be.