"Not will. Need."
Warren quietly objected as she spoke, eyes averting as she assumed the proper stature of command. He responded, his shoulders slipping back as he straightened in his chair and met her gaze head-on.
"Steel yourself, Ser Castille. Find this Inspector and bidst him help you. I shall remain here and entreat Nymeia for her clarity in this course. Call when you are ready for me. Though if you tarry over long I shall be forced to come looking."
Warren responded with the undertone of Ser Castille, the armored Free Paladin she was beseeching. "If he can help in any way, I will pry it from him. Keep yourself safe, and away if you can; I do not trust our arrival here has gone unnoticed, but I confess that might just be my nerves. The Inspector was quite clear when he and I spoke."
He collected himself and rose, wondering where to begin his line of questioning. A degree of diplomacy was required and he again regretted his choice to leave his armor and thereby station away. Before departing, he regarded Crofte with another look of concern.
"We are in the land of the Lover and the Fury. One or the other will hear my thoughts, though if the Weaver can plea to them for us I won't deny Her either." He offered a small smile before his face became a mask better suited for his plate armor.
"I won't have you worrying about me. I'll be in touch as I go." He returned to her a small nod and a bow and then was off, stepping into blinding daylight and bundling himself in his cloak as he went.
Warren quietly objected as she spoke, eyes averting as she assumed the proper stature of command. He responded, his shoulders slipping back as he straightened in his chair and met her gaze head-on.
"Steel yourself, Ser Castille. Find this Inspector and bidst him help you. I shall remain here and entreat Nymeia for her clarity in this course. Call when you are ready for me. Though if you tarry over long I shall be forced to come looking."
Warren responded with the undertone of Ser Castille, the armored Free Paladin she was beseeching. "If he can help in any way, I will pry it from him. Keep yourself safe, and away if you can; I do not trust our arrival here has gone unnoticed, but I confess that might just be my nerves. The Inspector was quite clear when he and I spoke."
He collected himself and rose, wondering where to begin his line of questioning. A degree of diplomacy was required and he again regretted his choice to leave his armor and thereby station away. Before departing, he regarded Crofte with another look of concern.
"We are in the land of the Lover and the Fury. One or the other will hear my thoughts, though if the Weaver can plea to them for us I won't deny Her either." He offered a small smile before his face became a mask better suited for his plate armor.
"I won't have you worrying about me. I'll be in touch as I go." He returned to her a small nod and a bow and then was off, stepping into blinding daylight and bundling himself in his cloak as he went.
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