a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
A door opens, and Glas quickly glances toward it to see a man standing within, claiming the door was open. Immediately, as Loren comments that he can take them and a swift, chipper thank you – he almost feels like shrinking right there. Already, there’s far too much attention on him, and so he focuses on the Luxere hiding behind the man’s legs instead, pulling the cart toward the door to hand off the packages within.
“Glas Westfall, sir.” He manages through the gnawing in his gut, lifting a package to hand off to Loren and glancing up at the other man before his head drops back to the cart and he busies himself with that instead. “I-It’s okay. These are the jars you ordered.” He manages, internally cursing himself for the stumble over the words, reaching instead for a bigger package that the jars sat atop.
“I also have… A box with drawers in it for smaller vials and things.” He says, lifting his gaze toward Loren briefly, gnawing at his lip for a split second. “Sort of.. A thank you for coming to us with a Palace order.” His voice is a bit flat, but he lifts the package anyway and hands it to Loren.
“Glas Westfall, sir.” He manages through the gnawing in his gut, lifting a package to hand off to Loren and glancing up at the other man before his head drops back to the cart and he busies himself with that instead. “I-It’s okay. These are the jars you ordered.” He manages, internally cursing himself for the stumble over the words, reaching instead for a bigger package that the jars sat atop.
“I also have… A box with drawers in it for smaller vials and things.” He says, lifting his gaze toward Loren briefly, gnawing at his lip for a split second. “Sort of.. A thank you for coming to us with a Palace order.” His voice is a bit flat, but he lifts the package anyway and hands it to Loren.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
