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The monk feels that perhaps their visit is a blessed one, to serve as catalyst to so much in so little time, the blessed end and inevitability on his back somehow guiding their shape like a Potter's clay to fit so properly. To gain a third Traveller just in time to require two...
Bleak was somewhat puzzled by the barman's response, as his request and the stated facts seemed at-odds. What about this building made it heresy to find refreshment? The man's tone held enough kindness to give pause - Bleak only responded with silence and a thoughtful nod as he reviewed what he...
Eddie peels himself back out of the crowd almost as quickly as he ingratiated himself within it: not only does no one know anything, but most are satisfied with only the most cursory of confirmation that all is under control and somewhat unburdened by concern: just another dead body.
He crosses...
Bleak was uncertain. As prone as he was to periods of speech, especially now that he was an agent of himself, there was still a... Chattiness... Which he was unable to grasp. Singularly aware that his observations on the matter, namely that the God Sanguinis was no less malleable and subject to...
The short half-crag of a man nods, the lichen on his shoulders and mottling his hair seeming to brighten a half-mote as he settles in his stool - takes root, really, less like a man relaxing with peers and more like a man-shaped mushroom. He is unperturbed by the frantic softness in the...
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"Excellent. Let us take our rest, then, we have made much progress today." Harrow leads the trio to the Titan's Head, his pace slowing for the first time as he takes in the details like a museum-goer or a forward scout. He pushes the door open halfway and steps within the...
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"So long as it has value. It is not the stamp that matters. More your parting with it." Harrow replies as he ascends the rickety wooden platforms that serve as the village's informal foundation.
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Though intrigued by the locals of Shoreditch, scaled and sallow scavengers, all, Harrow keeps one foot in front of the other. Already he calculates the length of their stay, anticipates the time of their departure - or at least tries to.
"Will this be a sufficient place...
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Harrow nods to the Sargent. "You speak true. Far different dangers lie under warm beds than behind salt-soaked rocks - so long as we are prepared for them."
His pace does not change, but his eyes cast forward towards the shapes of the buildings rather than the pulsing shore.
Bleak gives the monk a smile which should, at the least, be confusing. For his companions, confusing because Bleak is not one to whom smiles come naturally. To Walker, confusing because the sad story of how his sight has been taken by his divine patron is met with a response similar to that one...
Bleak abandons his discussion with Severatine, his attentions completely overruled by the monk's approach. There is not a heartbeat between his answer to Albus and the monk's observations - and in the first half-syllable Walker speaks, Bleak has turned to face the monk with square shoulders and...