Sylaise, Meg, Baldy, just who the hell was this man? It didn’t sit well with Ruth, agitated by concern for his friend first and foremost. It meant he’d have to go home, back to her house and face her frustration and ask her about the new ancient stalking her. Well, Sylaise, not her, but it didn’t make the twisted nauseated feeling in his stomach go away.
Yet he was remaining in Ruth’s sacred section, so he could be observed for a time. With a bow that teetered on the edge of mocking and polite, Ruth took the Revas’ thanks. The spirit accompanying him rarely interacted on such a level and rightly he was left a little reeling from it.
“I do. Regularly. Happy hunting.” His hand waved, before both hands returned to his pockets and Ruth slumped back into his chair at the desk. In between swigs of his whisky and passages, he’d keep an eye on the visitor, meanwhile attempting not to let his curiosity get the better of him. Be it the lack of sleep combined with the alcohol or just the alcohol, the elf would fall asleep, a stack of books hiding him from view. The scribbled findings jotted in his journal coming to a hard line as unconsciousness took him.
Yet he was remaining in Ruth’s sacred section, so he could be observed for a time. With a bow that teetered on the edge of mocking and polite, Ruth took the Revas’ thanks. The spirit accompanying him rarely interacted on such a level and rightly he was left a little reeling from it.
“I do. Regularly. Happy hunting.” His hand waved, before both hands returned to his pockets and Ruth slumped back into his chair at the desk. In between swigs of his whisky and passages, he’d keep an eye on the visitor, meanwhile attempting not to let his curiosity get the better of him. Be it the lack of sleep combined with the alcohol or just the alcohol, the elf would fall asleep, a stack of books hiding him from view. The scribbled findings jotted in his journal coming to a hard line as unconsciousness took him.
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