WHO: Laurentius & You WHAT: Catch-all for fantasy April (pre-Antiva) WHEN: You guessed it. Fantasy April. WHERE: Kirkwall, the Gallows NOTES: Prompts in comments.
Four words isn't much to go by, but the ear eventually recognizes what it's sympathetic to. That Laurentius isn't particularly shocked by it—though later it may occur to him that he ought to have been; a little more caution and suspicion would do a world of good—is seemingly suggested by the ease with which he sets down his collection of texts when he reaches the bottom of the ladder and then turns to advance on the younger man.
"From Vyrantium. I'll take this."
Yoink—Laurentius extracts one of the scrolls from under Benedict's arm. He'd been looking for this earlier.
Benedict snatches for the scroll, but isn't fast enough, and nearly spills the rest of them in the process. He scowls, but notes at the very least that Vyrantium is a far cry from Minrathous, and it's likely they've got nothing, no one, in common.
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"From Vyrantium. I'll take this."
Yoink—Laurentius extracts one of the scrolls from under Benedict's arm. He'd been looking for this earlier.
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Benedict snatches for the scroll, but isn't fast enough, and nearly spills the rest of them in the process. He scowls, but notes at the very least that Vyrantium is a far cry from Minrathous, and it's likely they've got nothing, no one, in common.
"That's for the Ambassador."