Falke
Humming to himself in consideration, the Fixer’s gaze disappears inward and dips back to the more recent moments of work. “I don’t know,” he admits. “I’ve never thought about whether or not they help. It was something the Head of Medicine before me did, so I suppose I adopted it under her tutelage. If you look at the evidence…” Which has always been of more interest to Falke, the measurement by which he weighs most things, “I suppose it does. Though I find it hard to believe that either God or herald takes the time to guide my hands or nudge knowledge into my head.”
He glances up at the arches of the cathedral, smiling suddenly. This encounter has turned into a (so far) pleasant discussion that he hadn’t anticipated.
Indeed, he believes that the Gods gave him a great capacity for this work, but leave the day-to-day use of that capacity to him. But is that something he wants to say to the Priest?
As the conversation turns to Demigods, the ever-swirling subject of conversation these days, Falke finds himself leaning forward a little, sufficiently curious. “That’s amazing. Which ones, if you don’t mind me asking? And are they as complicated as I’ve heard?”
{sorry for the wait!}
He glances up at the arches of the cathedral, smiling suddenly. This encounter has turned into a (so far) pleasant discussion that he hadn’t anticipated.
Indeed, he believes that the Gods gave him a great capacity for this work, but leave the day-to-day use of that capacity to him. But is that something he wants to say to the Priest?
As the conversation turns to Demigods, the ever-swirling subject of conversation these days, Falke finds himself leaning forward a little, sufficiently curious. “That’s amazing. Which ones, if you don’t mind me asking? And are they as complicated as I’ve heard?”
{sorry for the wait!}
it's the best I can do
easy on my tethered soul, giving you all I got
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