Ruth was the opposite. Hiding only occurred if someone tried to prod where they were unwelcome to. Even then, it wasn’t hiding if his temper got the better of him, which was more often than he’d admit to the man across from him. Ruth tipped his body forward and the captured stick between his lips bloomed into life with the offered flame. He’d take a draw before sitting up some, snorting at his opponent's jab. “I think I already displayed my ability to multitask, not to worry, Fae.”
A hand reached for his satchel, flipping it open to draw out two tomes. Ruth nodded. “Sure. The first is one I picked up in the Marches. Nothing too exciting,” he shrugged, “but this one. This second one is written as if it’s a journal, but in some cipher I haven’t managed to crack yet.” It had bothered him for months, secrets within kept out of his reach because he couldn’t find the key to unlocking it. Placing them down onto the desk, he’d look to the board, the next question obvious. “White or Black? Do you have a preference?” White always made the first move, though it was never really a decider on the outcome.
A hand reached for his satchel, flipping it open to draw out two tomes. Ruth nodded. “Sure. The first is one I picked up in the Marches. Nothing too exciting,” he shrugged, “but this one. This second one is written as if it’s a journal, but in some cipher I haven’t managed to crack yet.” It had bothered him for months, secrets within kept out of his reach because he couldn’t find the key to unlocking it. Placing them down onto the desk, he’d look to the board, the next question obvious. “White or Black? Do you have a preference?” White always made the first move, though it was never really a decider on the outcome.
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