Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
"Perhaps." The Eye acknowledges with a dutiful nod. 'Have I the wrong man for the job, then Finn?" He asks, with painful earnesty. If not the one-prostitute gatherer of information to gather information in a brothel, then who? But, maybe it is as Finn has said. Perhaps Cian is simply bad at his job.
'We both know that isn't true." The Eye says with an almost sly tilt of his head, though it's unclear whether this refers to the earlier or latter part of Finn's statement.
Allowing the charm to drop into the Spyglass's palm, Cian nods. "I'm sure you will make a wise choice as to your appearance. No communication, that is correct. Not that it will be easily managed with the monsoons. And, of course, no one here can know where you are going either."
'We both know that isn't true." The Eye says with an almost sly tilt of his head, though it's unclear whether this refers to the earlier or latter part of Finn's statement.
Allowing the charm to drop into the Spyglass's palm, Cian nods. "I'm sure you will make a wise choice as to your appearance. No communication, that is correct. Not that it will be easily managed with the monsoons. And, of course, no one here can know where you are going either."
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
