words can't express how beautiful you are.
"Better is subjective, young man. Additional, certainly, but you shall decide if it is better." Dorian said with a mischievous grin. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning in as if conspiring - which he was - to carry out some fun little plan. But no plan the Orator concocted was ever merely for fun. It all had a purpose - a rhyme and reason - to further the agenda of the Order.
"In between your visits to the Climb and other duties, I would like you to keep an eye on someone of importance to us." he said softly, so only Brecken could clearly hear him. "There is a young woman, Phoebe Steadman, in Torchline. We have reason to believe Frey might make her a demigoddess in the future. Given their penchant for being...fickle...it would be to our benefit to earn her trust. Cian's notes indicate she is a bit...flighty, this Nightingale." he explained, his grin growing by the second. "Now you are a handsome, strapping young man. Certainly you can find a way to convince her to trust our cause...if only by trusting you?" he said, curious if Brecken would catch his meaning.
"In between your visits to the Climb and other duties, I would like you to keep an eye on someone of importance to us." he said softly, so only Brecken could clearly hear him. "There is a young woman, Phoebe Steadman, in Torchline. We have reason to believe Frey might make her a demigoddess in the future. Given their penchant for being...fickle...it would be to our benefit to earn her trust. Cian's notes indicate she is a bit...flighty, this Nightingale." he explained, his grin growing by the second. "Now you are a handsome, strapping young man. Certainly you can find a way to convince her to trust our cause...if only by trusting you?" he said, curious if Brecken would catch his meaning.
Dorian
but numbers can. 4/10
