Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
With cheeks freckled by blood and sand, Eloise strolled into the Hanged Man looking appropriately pleased with herself. She needed to see Raza, but there was a bit of business to attend to first. Asking for a gin and some paper from whichever of the Liason's cronies were working, the illusionist got down to business.
Five different letters all with the same content. Sealing them in an envelope and dripping a healthy amount of wax on each to seal them, Eloise downed the rest of her chin with an entirely self-satisfied smile. Jack probably thought the illusionist had gone to the bar to try and bed the owner, as she'd implied in her thoughts. Though she'd certainly not turn that down, Eloise had a different request in mind as she ordered another gin, and inquired as to where Raza might be.
Five different letters all with the same content. Sealing them in an envelope and dripping a healthy amount of wax on each to seal them, Eloise downed the rest of her chin with an entirely self-satisfied smile. Jack probably thought the illusionist had gone to the bar to try and bed the owner, as she'd implied in her thoughts. Though she'd certainly not turn that down, Eloise had a different request in mind as she ordered another gin, and inquired as to where Raza might be.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
