Franz had never been much of a heavy sleeper. Having spent enough time in alleys and streets, he’d nearly become accustomed to a life with rest for some time. But in the Shroud, it was supposed to be different. He could relax undisturbed.
Or should have been able to.
His guest, if one could truly call the other that, had entered in nearly unnoticed. Had he not spoken, only the faintest creeks of the floor would have ever announced he was present. Seated at a desk, his back faced Naveen. He had no intention to stop his work simply because a bug had slithered up from beneath the floorboards.
“I see I’ll need to make adjustments to the geometries at play. Perhaps something to redirect purposeful navigation elsewhere.†As he finished up what he supposed would be the last order for another few moons, he sealed the vial he had been working on and carefully wrapped it up into a package before turning to face the Crow. In a snickering tone, he addressed the assumed topic. “Has he truly become so impatient? It could not have waited until I decided I would pay a visit?â€
He looked for answers expecting that he would receive none, and continued on. “Very well. It was shorter than wanted and I’ve had my respite. Am I too assume you are to force me to leave? Convince me? Or have I assumed incorrectly? I suppose it doesn’t matter.â€
He waited for a moment.
“Am I supposed to struggle? Would it make your time feel better used?â€
Or should have been able to.
His guest, if one could truly call the other that, had entered in nearly unnoticed. Had he not spoken, only the faintest creeks of the floor would have ever announced he was present. Seated at a desk, his back faced Naveen. He had no intention to stop his work simply because a bug had slithered up from beneath the floorboards.
“I see I’ll need to make adjustments to the geometries at play. Perhaps something to redirect purposeful navigation elsewhere.†As he finished up what he supposed would be the last order for another few moons, he sealed the vial he had been working on and carefully wrapped it up into a package before turning to face the Crow. In a snickering tone, he addressed the assumed topic. “Has he truly become so impatient? It could not have waited until I decided I would pay a visit?â€
He looked for answers expecting that he would receive none, and continued on. “Very well. It was shorter than wanted and I’ve had my respite. Am I too assume you are to force me to leave? Convince me? Or have I assumed incorrectly? I suppose it doesn’t matter.â€
He waited for a moment.
“Am I supposed to struggle? Would it make your time feel better used?â€
