Horus, still adjusting his cuffs as if he'd just stepped off the deck of a ship rather than materialized from thin air, turned at the sound of his name. His dark eyes flicked toward Ceren, a grin blooming across his face as though he'd just remembered an inside joke from years ago.
"Aye, Horus indeed, m'lady." He sketched a bow that was half courtly, half theatrical, and entirely self-indulgent. He sidled a step closer, leaning in as though to share some grand secret. "I'd wager Genthus has the right of it—nothing wrong with sausage, mind you, but a manor such as this deserves a feast befitting its halls, wouldn't you say?"
The flick of his wrist was almost hypnotic as he produced a battered coin from seemingly nowhere, spinning it between his fingers as his gaze swept the room. His eyes settled on Caro, the grin turning sharper.
The coin flipped once, twice, then disappeared entirely. Horus's grin remained, wolfish and lazy, though there was a glint beneath the surface — something sharp and calculating peeking out from behind the drunken ease. He tugged at the lapels of his coat, shaking loose a bit of dust.
"Charm's a funny thing, mind you. Some folks find it in a smile, others in a silver tongue. But me?" He reached out as if to pluck something from behind Genthus's ear — producing the coin again — and flicked it high into the air. "I find it tends to follow where the wind blows... and where there's food, drink, and a warm roof over my head."
He caught the coin with a flourish, folding it back into his palm as he swayed toward Esme and Ceren.
"Now, far be it from me to tell the lot of you how to run your fine establishment... but if I might be so bold, I find most decisions — particularly the ones concerning new additions — are best made with bellies full and cups heavy."
His smile stretched wider, eyes half-lidded and conspiratorial.
"What say you, Captain Byrne? Shall we put it to the time-honored test of hospitality?"
He leaned in again, voice dropping to something silky and low. "If I charm you, I stay. If I don't... well, I'll be out with the sausages by morning."
@Esmé Lachance
@Ceren Brynmor
@Caro Byrne
@Genthus
"Aye, Horus indeed, m'lady." He sketched a bow that was half courtly, half theatrical, and entirely self-indulgent. He sidled a step closer, leaning in as though to share some grand secret. "I'd wager Genthus has the right of it—nothing wrong with sausage, mind you, but a manor such as this deserves a feast befitting its halls, wouldn't you say?"
The flick of his wrist was almost hypnotic as he produced a battered coin from seemingly nowhere, spinning it between his fingers as his gaze swept the room. His eyes settled on Caro, the grin turning sharper.
The coin flipped once, twice, then disappeared entirely. Horus's grin remained, wolfish and lazy, though there was a glint beneath the surface — something sharp and calculating peeking out from behind the drunken ease. He tugged at the lapels of his coat, shaking loose a bit of dust.
"Charm's a funny thing, mind you. Some folks find it in a smile, others in a silver tongue. But me?" He reached out as if to pluck something from behind Genthus's ear — producing the coin again — and flicked it high into the air. "I find it tends to follow where the wind blows... and where there's food, drink, and a warm roof over my head."
He caught the coin with a flourish, folding it back into his palm as he swayed toward Esme and Ceren.
"Now, far be it from me to tell the lot of you how to run your fine establishment... but if I might be so bold, I find most decisions — particularly the ones concerning new additions — are best made with bellies full and cups heavy."
His smile stretched wider, eyes half-lidded and conspiratorial.
"What say you, Captain Byrne? Shall we put it to the time-honored test of hospitality?"
He leaned in again, voice dropping to something silky and low. "If I charm you, I stay. If I don't... well, I'll be out with the sausages by morning."
@Esmé Lachance
@Ceren Brynmor
@Caro Byrne
@Genthus
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