HARPER
Smuggling isn’t something Harper deigns to involve himself in. Petty crime - and not so petty crime, this is Torchline - are no longer his realm of duty as it had been in his old world. Vigilantism doesn’t really exist in a world like Caido, where every man is relatively self-governed. It had been an adjustment his first few years, but he finds his training regime is enough to fill the space where structure and purpose had once lived. Well, that and Safrin’s guidance.
The Fingers are still a place of curiosity if nothing else. Harper has yet to explore them, though currently he is doing little more than poking around at the mouths of the cavern systems. No sense in getting lost and giving Phoebe a heart attack when he disappears again.
Instead, he accumulates rocks and tosses them at the walls, gleefully listening to the different echoing noises each tunnel supplies. Though there’s no shortage of stones, Harper eventually grows bored enough to stick his head inside and begin hollering and singing various phrases. “And let us be jolly and drown melancholy, drink a health to each jovial an’ true-hearted soul!” his boisterous but luckily in-tune voice cries cheerily down the tunnels, waiting with bated breath for the words to bounce back at him, and his laughter echoes moments later when it does.
The Fingers are still a place of curiosity if nothing else. Harper has yet to explore them, though currently he is doing little more than poking around at the mouths of the cavern systems. No sense in getting lost and giving Phoebe a heart attack when he disappears again.
Instead, he accumulates rocks and tosses them at the walls, gleefully listening to the different echoing noises each tunnel supplies. Though there’s no shortage of stones, Harper eventually grows bored enough to stick his head inside and begin hollering and singing various phrases. “And let us be jolly and drown melancholy, drink a health to each jovial an’ true-hearted soul!” his boisterous but luckily in-tune voice cries cheerily down the tunnels, waiting with bated breath for the words to bounce back at him, and his laughter echoes moments later when it does.
in the night you come to me because I'm the one who knows who you are
