Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
One of Cian's shoes, perfectly polished of course, continues to tap out a rhythm apparent only to the Eye as he waits for Finn to take a seat. He doesn't of course, it having not been offered to him. "Have a seat, Finn."
Silence stretches out, and it appears as though Cian is lost in thought. Or perhaps he simply wants to make Finn squirm. Such is never clear with the Eye; how much of what and who he is is intentionally intimidating and how much is simply an emergent property is not a question anyone will likely have the answer to. "There is another child of Safrin, born to the governor of Torchline." The Eye begins. "Ordinarily I would think this a good thing, solidifying Torchline in our favour, but I am not so optimistic."
Turning toward Finn now, Cian's gaze the colour of denim left in the sun for far too long, the Eye swirls the liquid softly in his glass. "Tell me Finn. Your experiences aside, as much as you can set them there, what are your thoughts on brothels?"
Silence stretches out, and it appears as though Cian is lost in thought. Or perhaps he simply wants to make Finn squirm. Such is never clear with the Eye; how much of what and who he is is intentionally intimidating and how much is simply an emergent property is not a question anyone will likely have the answer to. "There is another child of Safrin, born to the governor of Torchline." The Eye begins. "Ordinarily I would think this a good thing, solidifying Torchline in our favour, but I am not so optimistic."
Turning toward Finn now, Cian's gaze the colour of denim left in the sun for far too long, the Eye swirls the liquid softly in his glass. "Tell me Finn. Your experiences aside, as much as you can set them there, what are your thoughts on brothels?"
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
