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You need the extra ilm of depth it'd take to turn it to face the wall?
[He shakes his head, heading up the stairs and reaching for one of the sides almost automatically.]
A simple "it's none of your business" would suffice better than so transparent an excuse, you realize.
[He shakes his head, heading up the stairs and reaching for one of the sides almost automatically.]
A simple "it's none of your business" would suffice better than so transparent an excuse, you realize.
[Even if he wasn't capable of stealth-following Ryn to the library after the farce of a trial concludes — which he is — it still would've been one of the first places he would've looked for him, regardless. Call it a hunch, or maybe just a familiarity with nerd elves and their habits.
Regardless, he looks quite unlike his usual self when he rolls in and seeks Ryn out — this certainly isn't the Thancred making jokes and quips at spin the bottle just days before. His eyes are dark, his demeanor moody and withdrawn.
Great company, in other words.]
I thought you might be headed this way.
Regardless, he looks quite unlike his usual self when he rolls in and seeks Ryn out — this certainly isn't the Thancred making jokes and quips at spin the bottle just days before. His eyes are dark, his demeanor moody and withdrawn.
Great company, in other words.]
I thought you might be headed this way.
[ryn is still in an awful mood, himself; he's not writing or reading anything in his notebook, just idly flipping through it, chin propped in his palm. the tendrils in his hair shift in a constant sort of mild agitation.]
Not for long, possibly. I'm considering moving to the-- what did they call it, dispensary. It might not be bloodthistle, but it'll do.
Not for long, possibly. I'm considering moving to the-- what did they call it, dispensary. It might not be bloodthistle, but it'll do.
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