Abraham is… not necessarily his first choice of companions. Oh sure, the Fixer knows the Dragoon is a most capable Soldier and for that reason he is easily one of the Order’s first choice of protectors for an expedition like this. With instability in the region… it only makes sense. Which means Falke isn’t offended. Not at all.
But to say that the Fixer is entirely at ease with Abraham would be an overstatement. Torturing is not his thing and… he knows it’s more than a job for the other.
And once again, he’s thankful that the man is on his team.
Stuck between the Palace and the Library, Falke pauses to eye the seat of government - multiple governments lately. His lips purse thoughtfully, face almost hidden beneath a great puff of an Ursur-lined hood. “I think we ought to stop in and see the Warden on our way back out.” With Abraham and Gwynevere, the Fixer is quite certain he’s safe. Even if the Warden is lying, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to show her bias so openly this soon - would she?
