[ It's a testament to Sion's skill that the party for Lapis was well orchestrated - it's beautiful in every sense of the word, which he's no doubt already told to Sion before it began. For the most part, Julius has spent the time resting, as he had to rush work in order to get here. He offers casual conversation if approached, but he generally just lurks in a corner to observe.
The curse progresses, and its burn sears itself more harshly into his body. It's best to not push himself, which is why he expresses his intention of leaving to rest - regrettable, but he still has duties he must attend to the next day.
It's an easy exit, and would have continued so if a sudden coughing fit hadn't set itself on him. Luckily, he's out of range of the gathering at large, but perhaps not so for certain dogged individuals who might have chased after him if they noticed his absence.
Most unfortunate, for the fit passes and leaves him with blood on his hands. His own. ]
closed. sion, w5d2
The curse progresses, and its burn sears itself more harshly into his body. It's best to not push himself, which is why he expresses his intention of leaving to rest - regrettable, but he still has duties he must attend to the next day.
It's an easy exit, and would have continued so if a sudden coughing fit hadn't set itself on him. Luckily, he's out of range of the gathering at large, but perhaps not so for certain dogged individuals who might have chased after him if they noticed his absence.
Most unfortunate, for the fit passes and leaves him with blood on his hands. His own. ]