CIAN
A man has paid rather handsomely to have a simple note delivered to Finn's room at the Inn. So when the woman knocks on the door to give the Spyglass the folded up piece of paper, she does so with a reverence not normally seen in Torchline. Indeed, some of the respect she now has for the blue-eyed man who'd given her this note seems to rub off on Finn, and she offers him a weak curtsy as she places the paper in his hand and departs.
The note, written in an impeccable script, simply reads:
There's no signature, but the Eye, as with almost everything, has a handwriting style entirely unique and recognizable.
When Finn arrives, as if he could do anything else, it will be to see Cian seated at a table at the edge of the bar. One of the tables which borders the sand, protected by the magical barrier that the Hanged Man boasts so that its occupants can feel as though they are dining outdoors without worrying about the changes in weather. Dressed in a simple white button-up shirt and tan pants, Cian looks almost unrecognizable, given how casually he is dressed.
The note, written in an impeccable script, simply reads:
Meet me for a drink. 7 p.m. The Hanged Man.
There's no signature, but the Eye, as with almost everything, has a handwriting style entirely unique and recognizable.
When Finn arrives, as if he could do anything else, it will be to see Cian seated at a table at the edge of the bar. One of the tables which borders the sand, protected by the magical barrier that the Hanged Man boasts so that its occupants can feel as though they are dining outdoors without worrying about the changes in weather. Dressed in a simple white button-up shirt and tan pants, Cian looks almost unrecognizable, given how casually he is dressed.
the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l
but lies can k i l l
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
