CIAN
the eye
'Now Finn. Let's not let our last meeting tarnish what you've just accomplished." Cian does not take the folder, but nor does he seem at all ruffled that Finn has rebuked his handshake.
"Come." Inclining his head over his shoulder, Cian strolls toward the fireplace. "You accused me once of not taking care of my tools." The Eye muses conversationally. "And perhaps you were not wrong." Pouring himself a healthy drink of something dark and earthen-scented, Cian looks over his shoulder toward Finn, before glancing back at the bar cart. A cask of deep red wine, not unlike that which the Spyglass had drunk daily in the Halenani, has been aerating.
'Tools require different cleaning and care. Some need to be oiled. Some need to be taken apart and meticulously cleaned..." He shrugs. "Tell me, Finn. After all the work you've done...what is it you need?" It might be the snapdragon in Finn's system, but Cian sounds appreciative, and his offer? If anyone has the resources to satisfy a blank cheque, it's Cian.
"Come." Inclining his head over his shoulder, Cian strolls toward the fireplace. "You accused me once of not taking care of my tools." The Eye muses conversationally. "And perhaps you were not wrong." Pouring himself a healthy drink of something dark and earthen-scented, Cian looks over his shoulder toward Finn, before glancing back at the bar cart. A cask of deep red wine, not unlike that which the Spyglass had drunk daily in the Halenani, has been aerating.
'Tools require different cleaning and care. Some need to be oiled. Some need to be taken apart and meticulously cleaned..." He shrugs. "Tell me, Finn. After all the work you've done...what is it you need?" It might be the snapdragon in Finn's system, but Cian sounds appreciative, and his offer? If anyone has the resources to satisfy a blank cheque, it's Cian.
