Lucas activated Perception the moment they stepped into view.
The information settled over the two figures and he read it quickly and quietly.
Then he exhaled through his nose.
'Seriously.' His grip shifted on the hemisphere, finding a steadier position. 'Out of every pair in this forest, they walked up to us.' Something almost amused moved through the back of his mind. 'Luck really isn't with those poor guys today. She'll destroy them'
The offensive one rolled his shoulders and stepped forward, the specific ease of someone who has done this before and expects it to go a certain way. He raised one hand less aggression, more transaction.
"Look," he said, reasonably, "there's no need to complicate this. Hand over the hemisphere now and neither of you gets hurt." His eyes moved to Lucas's hands, to the glass sphere sitting carefully between them. "Cooperate and we walk away. Simple."
Almost instantly the reply came.
"Thanks, but no," Sylvia said.
