That’s the price of secrecy

Things of late had been too gooey, full of feelings and sunshine and rainbows. It was enough to make anyone sick with the contagious bout of happiness going around. Megara was intolerable, skipping about planning her and Nairn’s big day. Finally. He was still a bit sore that the assassin hadn’t clued him in on his plans to propose to the Stoner, but then Nairn had always kept things close to his chest… now he kept it close to his ticking clock. So when Horus had sent him word of a night out and a catch up he’d jumped at the chance to get away from the nauseating atmosphere.

The Sea Breeze wasn’t his usual haunt, but it did have a decent troupe of rotating minstrels and entertainment. His gait bounced with the bump of lyrium in his system, mind entertaining what mischief the two would get up to after Horus let him see the map brought. Something about a shipwreck, an old one that he needed help pinning down? Ruth vaguely remembered the details in the note, but given his wanderings the elf was confident he’d have something to contribute. If not, well, they’d enjoy a night on the town and find some chaos to enrol in.

Finding Horus in the place was easy, and approaching the fellow healer Ruth raised his arms into the air. Sup’ Fucker. Ain’t heard from you in months and suddenly it’s, "Dear Ruthie, come help me find this thing. My tiny brain is too small."... Maybe not so much the last part, but you get the jist.

@Horus