timing in times like these

Cian

they're whispering his name, through this disappearing land

In they come, and though Ronin begins speaking almost immediately, Cian continues marking things on a map that sits spread out on his desk. Even as the Huntsman finishes, the Eye continues to pour over that which is before him. What might feel like hours pass, before he very intentionally caps his pen and sets it down. Leaning back in his chair and interlacing his fingers together, Cian raises a brow and regards the two men before him with somber interest.

"Not just the dragoons, but a few others as well. Notably our Artificer." Cian muse. "This isn't the beginning stages of a coup, now is it?" The question is said with a smile, the Eye's accent making it sound almost like a joke, though his eyes tell a very different story as they fix on Ronin.

but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand…

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