my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn clicks the door shut behind him, tilting his head as he notices that the Eye isn't in his customary place behind the desk. With his back to the Spyglass, Finn goes ahead towards the cart once the drinks are offered, carefully making himself a cup of tea. "Thank you," he says, stirring in a little honey (another departure from the norm, for him to indulge himself in the presence of another).
Once everything is ready, he approaches Cian by the fire, standing in the other man's eyeline, but with his gaze on the crackling flames as well. "Your letter mentioned my leaving Stormbreak, without contact. What is the assignment?" At least that is something that will never change about the Spyglass; he will never be one for small-talk or introductions.
Once everything is ready, he approaches Cian by the fire, standing in the other man's eyeline, but with his gaze on the crackling flames as well. "Your letter mentioned my leaving Stormbreak, without contact. What is the assignment?" At least that is something that will never change about the Spyglass; he will never be one for small-talk or introductions.
FINN
