ZEPHYR
No promise sweeter than a blood pact
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
Nothing harder to go through with
than a vanishing act
Well here's something you don't see every day: the governor apparently planning to hold court in the middle of one of his nice little canals. You're half-tempted to try and cut the rope before he notices, send him sailing down towards the sea. It'd make for an amusing anecdote, and honestly you're surprised none of the local urchins have done it yet.
Instead you walk up with your hands in your pockets, whistling a shanty tune. You haven't actually spoken to the fellow one-on-one, and though it's something you're happy enough avoiding, you feel like you ought to properly meet the man about whom you've heard so much.
Dressed similarly in shorts and shades but with a white shirt covering your torso, you stop alongside the Alchemist, looking more at the raft than at him. "Af'ernoon, guv'ner. Enjoyin' yer hard work?" It's impossible to tell from your mild tone and impassive expression but you're trying to bait him, mischief and challenge glittering just beneath the calm facade.
Instead you walk up with your hands in your pockets, whistling a shanty tune. You haven't actually spoken to the fellow one-on-one, and though it's something you're happy enough avoiding, you feel like you ought to properly meet the man about whom you've heard so much.
Dressed similarly in shorts and shades but with a white shirt covering your torso, you stop alongside the Alchemist, looking more at the raft than at him. "Af'ernoon, guv'ner. Enjoyin' yer hard work?" It's impossible to tell from your mild tone and impassive expression but you're trying to bait him, mischief and challenge glittering just beneath the calm facade.
Though you repent and don sackcloth
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
and try to make nice
You can’t cross the same river twice
