Askier was going to need a new coat.Â
The Garlean watched as the door to his Red Wings workshop slammed shut as someone left with his coat. Askier flexed his jaw. As he stood, there, thinking slowly, he began to scowl as he thought more and more.
After a long spell of thinking, his tongue snaked out and licked his lips, tasting them.
"Well played." Askier muttered, looking at the door. Like a slow fuse, it had taken him awhile to figure it out, but he had a hunch and he did not like the meaning about why the coat had been taken. He had been tricked, and like an idiot, he had succumbed to the offering.
Blood was still on that coat of his and it was no longer in his possession. And the person whom had it, had been sending off alarms in his head all evening, he just hadn't been listening.
The Garlean took a deep breath as he walked over to his closet and opened it. On a row of hangers stood fifteen rust red wolf fur coats identical to the one he had just let slip through his fingers. Askier took one and put it on over his bare chest as he reached into the pocket of his black trousers at his waist and pulled out a small bundle of detonators. The Garlean took them and strode over to a metal chest He opened the combination lid and retrieved the satchel containing the large cerleum cylinder. The Garlean turned and slipped out the door, locking it behind him. He might already have one issue to have to handle, best to keep evidence for his up coming actions hidden as long as possible. Askier slipped away in the night towards a destination known only to himself, and this time, he made sure he wasn't followed.
The Garlean watched as the door to his Red Wings workshop slammed shut as someone left with his coat. Askier flexed his jaw. As he stood, there, thinking slowly, he began to scowl as he thought more and more.
After a long spell of thinking, his tongue snaked out and licked his lips, tasting them.
"Well played." Askier muttered, looking at the door. Like a slow fuse, it had taken him awhile to figure it out, but he had a hunch and he did not like the meaning about why the coat had been taken. He had been tricked, and like an idiot, he had succumbed to the offering.
Blood was still on that coat of his and it was no longer in his possession. And the person whom had it, had been sending off alarms in his head all evening, he just hadn't been listening.
The Garlean took a deep breath as he walked over to his closet and opened it. On a row of hangers stood fifteen rust red wolf fur coats identical to the one he had just let slip through his fingers. Askier took one and put it on over his bare chest as he reached into the pocket of his black trousers at his waist and pulled out a small bundle of detonators. The Garlean took them and strode over to a metal chest He opened the combination lid and retrieved the satchel containing the large cerleum cylinder. The Garlean turned and slipped out the door, locking it behind him. He might already have one issue to have to handle, best to keep evidence for his up coming actions hidden as long as possible. Askier slipped away in the night towards a destination known only to himself, and this time, he made sure he wasn't followed.
