Something drew Caro unto consciousness but he couldn't comprehend what is. He lounged on brown leather chaise lounge his eyes barely open, his mouth wide open and seemingly impossibly dry. He opened and closed his mouth in a vain attempt to try to stimulate any natural response but got nothing. Slowly he staggered to his feet and over to the counter where he took down a crystal decanter out of an already opened cabinet. He poured himself a glass of water and downed it immediately before pouring another and replacing the stopper. His brow furrowed heavily as his eyes slowly opened with some effort. Slowly he became aware of the noise that woke him, talking from down stairs. He stood a moment concentrating trying to pick out words or voices before gleaning enough.
Caro took his glass and poured a small amount of water into his palm and wet his hair down and ran his fingers through it in the general direction it usually flowed. He dabbed his fingertips in the water and rubbed the sand out of the corner of his eyes. He shook his head and winced slightly. Finally he coughed heavily and finished his glass of water, left it on the cabinet and strode down the stairs.
He strode down the stairs, and he could already hear Genthus's deep barritone. “How are we all doing this.” stopped, unsure, “Evening?” He could only guess. He continued down the stairs. “An interesting question but I feel the better question is whom is here to be charmed?” he asked latching on to the last thing he heard. He took a look around the room. Not quite enough for a crowd but plenty for company. “Should I send someone out for something to eat?” He was not quite sure what to call the hired hand he had got from lowtown to do day to day chores for the house. Steward was the classical term but inferred a level of training and refinement that Devin lacked. Still honest and loyal were traits that he'd accept alongside untrained. He strode overr to long dense and dusty cord that hung down from the celing. “What are we thinking?” his hand rest on the rope
Caro took his glass and poured a small amount of water into his palm and wet his hair down and ran his fingers through it in the general direction it usually flowed. He dabbed his fingertips in the water and rubbed the sand out of the corner of his eyes. He shook his head and winced slightly. Finally he coughed heavily and finished his glass of water, left it on the cabinet and strode down the stairs.
He strode down the stairs, and he could already hear Genthus's deep barritone. “How are we all doing this.” stopped, unsure, “Evening?” He could only guess. He continued down the stairs. “An interesting question but I feel the better question is whom is here to be charmed?” he asked latching on to the last thing he heard. He took a look around the room. Not quite enough for a crowd but plenty for company. “Should I send someone out for something to eat?” He was not quite sure what to call the hired hand he had got from lowtown to do day to day chores for the house. Steward was the classical term but inferred a level of training and refinement that Devin lacked. Still honest and loyal were traits that he'd accept alongside untrained. He strode overr to long dense and dusty cord that hung down from the celing. “What are we thinking?” his hand rest on the rope
02-04-2025, 05:12 PM
