[ Fenris has been confined to Westerley of late. His ruthless efficiency was much vaunted in the wake of the riots, and he was kept on hand to continue dealing with the unruly citizens--a job he took seriously, if begrudgingly.
But it's not unusual for him to serve as a bodyguard, either, especially when high-status people require protection. Thus he finds himself at this extravagant gala, tailing Rhys and not terrifically enjoying his life. He's dressed impeccably, in a dark, bespoke suit provided by the Company for the occasion. The suit conforms well to all the sharp edges of his body, but the glow of his tattoos still penetrates the fabric--perhaps done purposefully, as intimidation or warning.
He stands near Rhys, eyeing the glass of hokk in his hand. It's not appropriate to drink on the job, but the conversations he's overhearing make him want to break protocol very badly.
As Rhys goes on about the filth and chaos of Old Town, he finds himself surprisingly on edge. He mutters, before he can stop himself. ]
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But it's not unusual for him to serve as a bodyguard, either, especially when high-status people require protection. Thus he finds himself at this extravagant gala, tailing Rhys and not terrifically enjoying his life. He's dressed impeccably, in a dark, bespoke suit provided by the Company for the occasion. The suit conforms well to all the sharp edges of his body, but the glow of his tattoos still penetrates the fabric--perhaps done purposefully, as intimidation or warning.
He stands near Rhys, eyeing the glass of hokk in his hand. It's not appropriate to drink on the job, but the conversations he's overhearing make him want to break protocol very badly.
As Rhys goes on about the filth and chaos of Old Town, he finds himself surprisingly on edge. He mutters, before he can stop himself. ]
Were you even there? During the riots?