Sparky
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At Xiao's gift, Oliver's eyes grow wide. He feels a tingling thrill from the thing as it settles over his narrow chest. "No, I can't take this. You'll need all the luck you can get, Xiao." He lowers his voice, "Especially if you plan to leave us." He, determinedly, removes the talisman from around his neck, mussing his fly-away white hair, and puts it back into Xiao's hand. The look on his face brooks no argument. Though surely Xiao might 'misread' the expression. Oliver suspected that the outlander's ignorance was as often a mask as it was genuine.
The walls of The Reige swallowed them. There was simply no other word for it. All that remains is to see if we are shat out or vomited up. He was antsy, and got antsier the longer it took to enter the fastness of the mighty fortress.
"No," says Oliver to Xiao. He puts a hand on Fendric's arm. He wakes up the old knowledge of nobles and styling and courtly non-sense that the gentry hold dear. And also tries to remember the hospitality customs of The Tourne as he read in the book. Maybe there was some guest right they could invoke... he seemed to recall something about that... something about 'bread and milk?' He shook off the thought, hoping he could stall until he remembered. He makes brief introductions of those present.
"Thank you for seeing us so promptly, Sir Arrich. Sir Vaustus will be joining us soon, I hope."
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The walls of The Reige swallowed them. There was simply no other word for it. All that remains is to see if we are shat out or vomited up. He was antsy, and got antsier the longer it took to enter the fastness of the mighty fortress.
"No," says Oliver to Xiao. He puts a hand on Fendric's arm. He wakes up the old knowledge of nobles and styling and courtly non-sense that the gentry hold dear. And also tries to remember the hospitality customs of The Tourne as he read in the book. Maybe there was some guest right they could invoke... he seemed to recall something about that... something about 'bread and milk?' He shook off the thought, hoping he could stall until he remembered. He makes brief introductions of those present.
"Thank you for seeing us so promptly, Sir Arrich. Sir Vaustus will be joining us soon, I hope."
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