Sitting on his desk were a pile of papers, notes really, of his more recent thoughts. To the uneducated eye, it would simply have been "Garlean writing". To him, it was research. Merc, as he liked to refer to himself, had been trying to get a better grasp on some arcane spells when Kage knocked on the door.Â
He called out, "it's unlocked you know". He waited for what sounded like a flustered Kage to come in. No doubt, to ask him about the night before. He'd disposed of the mask and tabard he wore, but there would still be the battle wounds, just merely patched up.Â
He got up and walked to the door, opening it.
He called out, "it's unlocked you know". He waited for what sounded like a flustered Kage to come in. No doubt, to ask him about the night before. He'd disposed of the mask and tabard he wore, but there would still be the battle wounds, just merely patched up.Â
He got up and walked to the door, opening it.
