FINN
and into the forest i go,
Cian has finished his drink already and Finn's remains barely touched; the Spyglass does lock eyes with the man across the table from him, and he finds himself sitting up in his seat, stiffening. "To say it to your face," he echoes softly. "This, from a man who ties blue silk around a cast, as a reminder of what may or may not happen to someone's future. Maybe. On a whim, wrapped up as a warning. If he feels like it." Finn is acquainted exquisitely with cruelty, and has been from a young age. It comes in a myriad of different flavours and intensities.
And the Eye is very good at it, whether or not he believes it about himself.
"I was given information which led me here, to Torchline, to issue a warning to those most suited to do something about it. If I was mistaken I apologise, but with all due respect, Cian, if this is information you are sitting on... why? One man should not be carrying that much." His eyes narrow.
And the Eye is very good at it, whether or not he believes it about himself.
"I was given information which led me here, to Torchline, to issue a warning to those most suited to do something about it. If I was mistaken I apologise, but with all due respect, Cian, if this is information you are sitting on... why? One man should not be carrying that much." His eyes narrow.
to lose my mind and find my soul
