[ Hypothetical — he keeps them in the office. Isaac's keys are to hand, but he lingers a pace back from the door, eyes on Nicola. It isn't subtle: Who the fuck are yous seldom are. ]
I don't believe we've been introduced.
[ But he's bathed recently, and there's no sign of an anchor; so he's ahead of some replacements. ]
[ How Nicola feels about centipedes flickers over his face: a little distaste, a little confusion, a little skepticism this is not a ploy to keep a private room, all stored mainly in the corner of his mouth as he extracts a hand to offer. ]
Oh, yes. It's in the forelimbs. [ So, sure. He'll shake that hand. ] Levati — no relation to Macaria?
[ Antiva's a wide country, and families sprawl, but he tracks certain collectors. There's always an appetite for elven curiousities, and Riftwatch can't afford to compete. You take down the names and decide who to rob. ]
[ Should he mark Ser Barrow down as paranoid, or Enchanter Isaac down as a mischievous liar? Impossible to tell. He misses home. At home he had context. At home he usually knew what to think.
All mild to moderate familiar disgraces aside, at home he was also given some leeway by most people he encountered, whether they called him names in the process or no. Part of why he is brazen about leaning sideways and peering around Isaac to inspect the room.
That it passes muster is signalled by his moving on to, ]
Do you ever set things on fire in your sleep? Or snore.
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[ Hypothetical — he keeps them in the office. Isaac's keys are to hand, but he lingers a pace back from the door, eyes on Nicola. It isn't subtle: Who the fuck are yous seldom are. ]
I don't believe we've been introduced.
[ But he's bathed recently, and there's no sign of an anchor; so he's ahead of some replacements. ]
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Nicola Levati. I arrived this morning.
Are centipedes the poisonous ones?
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[ Antiva's a wide country, and families sprawl, but he tracks certain collectors. There's always an appetite for elven curiousities, and Riftwatch can't afford to compete. You take down the names and decide who to rob. ]
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Great Aunt —
[ She isn't the first one he would have guessed anyone would have heard of, he doesn't say, but his examination of Isaac's face is appraising. ]
— and my feelings on centipedes are reasonable wariness and mild confusion.
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Mine as well. Ser Barrow taken to accusing me of planting them about the place. He's a bit, ah,
[ key turns in lock. the room beyond is clean, tidy. one bed currently sports all three pillows. ]
Well, if he knocks with one, then you won't be surprised.
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[ Should he mark Ser Barrow down as paranoid, or Enchanter Isaac down as a mischievous liar? Impossible to tell. He misses home. At home he had context. At home he usually knew what to think.
All mild to moderate familiar disgraces aside, at home he was also given some leeway by most people he encountered, whether they called him names in the process or no. Part of why he is brazen about leaning sideways and peering around Isaac to inspect the room.
That it passes muster is signalled by his moving on to, ]
Do you ever set things on fire in your sleep? Or snore.