Ianto
Ianto has just finished getting the doors propped open and the way clear when Oliver appears, the fox tossing him a lazy salute and a smile that flashes a golden tooth. "And you," he says, unsurprised to hear the mental voice echoing in his mind but currently unable to reciprocate. He'd get the hang of it one of these days when he levelled up, he was sure.
Stepping inside, he heads straight to the closet with a nod. "Perfect. After this we stop by your forge, yes?" If he remembers correctly, that was the plan. Still, he opens the closet and has to crane his neck up to see all of the chests and the three bags, Ianto grabbing one of them to haul it over his shoulder, marching back towards the door. "You're really moving your life around, huh," he remarks.
Stepping inside, he heads straight to the closet with a nod. "Perfect. After this we stop by your forge, yes?" If he remembers correctly, that was the plan. Still, he opens the closet and has to crane his neck up to see all of the chests and the three bags, Ianto grabbing one of them to haul it over his shoulder, marching back towards the door. "You're really moving your life around, huh," he remarks.
