points There! Look at it. Glowing like a cursed coin.

tugs her shawl tighter Don't get too close. The unfortunate brings bad luck.

There's the unfortunate!! Look at her eye! It's like a monster's eye!

My mum says you're not even a real person. Says the eye is a devil's mark.

low and unfamiliar You're taking that well.

leaning against the well at the edge of the square A boy, older than you, with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. He wore traveling clothes, dusty at the hem, and his blade sat openly at his hip. A mess of dark hair fell over his forehead.

They call you unfortunate, and you just take it? tilts his head That's boring.