Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
"You'll find they aren't." Cian says with an idle shrug as if he's doing Finn the favour of saving him the search. Finn will likely look just the same, but that's nothing that concerns the Eye.
"Oh on the contrary." Cian is fishing for something in his pocket, though it's clearly for show, his pocket not being overly large as it is. "You're in an ideal position to tell us everything you know of the Shield and Lullaby. Every intimate detail." Of which there are many. The slow blink and stare the Eye levels at the Spyglass suggests that, like normal, he knows far more than Finn would like him to.
Switching gears, Cian pulls in a bright and quick breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling it in a woosh as he looks around the room. "You'll be released today I hear. That's cause for celebration, eh?" A hand still in his pocket, the Eye removes it with a private smile. It is a bolt of blue silk, freshly pressed and smelling of flowers. "The girls down at Molly's say to tell you hello, and to stop by."
Did they say that? Or did Cian imply that they might find themselves with a new employee one of these days? Reaching over, Finn's casted-hand closest to the Eye, Cian begins to tie it around the cast. So Finn doesn't lose it, of course. It is a gift afterall.
"Oh on the contrary." Cian is fishing for something in his pocket, though it's clearly for show, his pocket not being overly large as it is. "You're in an ideal position to tell us everything you know of the Shield and Lullaby. Every intimate detail." Of which there are many. The slow blink and stare the Eye levels at the Spyglass suggests that, like normal, he knows far more than Finn would like him to.
Switching gears, Cian pulls in a bright and quick breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling it in a woosh as he looks around the room. "You'll be released today I hear. That's cause for celebration, eh?" A hand still in his pocket, the Eye removes it with a private smile. It is a bolt of blue silk, freshly pressed and smelling of flowers. "The girls down at Molly's say to tell you hello, and to stop by."
Did they say that? Or did Cian imply that they might find themselves with a new employee one of these days? Reaching over, Finn's casted-hand closest to the Eye, Cian begins to tie it around the cast. So Finn doesn't lose it, of course. It is a gift afterall.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
