[ Honestly at this point, among all the various Houses and Qreshi relatives vying for power and Land and connections at any given point, Fenris's thinly-veiled contempt is right at home.
Rhys notes his stiff his shoulders look but doesn't think much of it, actually perking up some as he nods and moves to hand over his flute. ]
Please. [ If only all the hired muscle could be this useful, he thinks. ]
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Rhys notes his stiff his shoulders look but doesn't think much of it, actually perking up some as he nods and moves to hand over his flute. ]
Please. [ If only all the hired muscle could be this useful, he thinks. ]
Neon Starburst, dry.