creeping and crawling like the sea over sand (open)

Kalynd watched the other man get up. He gave a slight shrug. “No need to be sorry. I wish you luck as well,” he said. He studied the way Loren walked and thought perhaps the man had been more intoxicated than he’d seemed. Ah well. Today had led to a few interesting discoveries. Kalynd pulled out his field journal and made a few notes. Social interactions were usually the sort of experiments that went wrong for him, so he didn’t mind. It never took Kalynd’s mind more than a few moments to find something else to focus on, and right now he was refining his sketch of torch weasels and making notes in his native tongue on their size and the affect of compulsion. Yes, he would certainly have good notes to take back to the Guildhall later on.