this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Humming firm agreement with Sunjata's verdict on the banshee - and probably to any wandering enenra if he thinks about it too much, which he's luckily not inclined to do right now - Niki grins across the table at the other man. "Maybe for your next birthday I should get you a calendar," he suggests wryly. "I bet I could go to the Gilded Market and make one that changes the year automatically."
And if he wasn't already liquor-tired, that riveting thought might have gotten him there already, the necromancer sighing hard enough to puff out his cheeks and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand like he might perk himself back up. "You got a room for me?" He barks out a laugh at that. "I mean, no. Of course, thank you. Still, I can't imagine how it must have looked. I'm having a friend come to the House of Midnight. I want to give him every type of booze we have, and also a bed."
He raises his eyebrows as if to ask whether Sunjata wants him to fill in the blanks.
And if he wasn't already liquor-tired, that riveting thought might have gotten him there already, the necromancer sighing hard enough to puff out his cheeks and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand like he might perk himself back up. "You got a room for me?" He barks out a laugh at that. "I mean, no. Of course, thank you. Still, I can't imagine how it must have looked. I'm having a friend come to the House of Midnight. I want to give him every type of booze we have, and also a bed."
He raises his eyebrows as if to ask whether Sunjata wants him to fill in the blanks.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
