He's done more than humour us, but I've little notion of his end goals,
[ — save that they aren't fueled by the fate of southern circles. if flint's ideals are some piece of this, they will be a piece alone. john silver is chronically wary, terminally oblique; but something in nevarra had touched a true nerve.
flint can't have known. ]
Someone ought to find out.
[ he finally gives the mug an exaggerated sniff... and wrinkles his nose. hm, gross. ]
[ This is delivered straight, so it would seem, but maybe if you're looking for it, there is a glimmer of humour in glance away and down at the prospect of drinking.
Marcus likewise holds the cup under his nose for a moment, but does close the deal with a sip. It's-- fine. ]
Since the war, I've noted that while some're willing to entertain the notion of mages living outside of captivity, when the issue is forced, [ or, when weeks later, an Abomination explodes in the Gallows ] they'll take the path of least resistance.
Among our own, as well. [ He is thinking of Kostos, but it's an open sort of statement. ]
no subject
[ if the constant, tiresome little pissing matches with leander are any indication — well. it isn't so hard to guess where that knife went.
he's no closer to drinking. ]
no subject
[ A pause, and he clarifies; ]
More than one might, usually, for mundane humans empowered for their skills in spying and negotiation.
no subject
[ not that flint can have helped from the goodness of his heart ]
And the Provost will prioritize holding his position. At the Grand Cathedral he asked me how best to placate our people.
[ more or less. ]
whoops where did this go from my inbox
He's heard it before. ]
I'm told the Commander holds sympathy for the cause, [ while on the subject of division heads. ] I had wondered if he only considers it useful.
to age like fine wine (the kind u buy in a box)
[ fingers splay about the mug, ]
He's done more than humour us, but I've little notion of his end goals,
[ — save that they aren't fueled by the fate of southern circles. if flint's ideals are some piece of this, they will be a piece alone. john silver is chronically wary, terminally oblique; but something in nevarra had touched a true nerve.
flint can't have known. ]
Someone ought to find out.
[ he finally gives the mug an exaggerated sniff... and wrinkles his nose. hm, gross. ]
delicious
[ This is delivered straight, so it would seem, but maybe if you're looking for it, there is a glimmer of humour in glance away and down at the prospect of drinking.
Marcus likewise holds the cup under his nose for a moment, but does close the deal with a sip. It's-- fine. ]
Since the war, I've noted that while some're willing to entertain the notion of mages living outside of captivity, when the issue is forced, [ or, when weeks later, an Abomination explodes in the Gallows ] they'll take the path of least resistance.
Among our own, as well. [ He is thinking of Kostos, but it's an open sort of statement. ]