you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
The man takes him in and Finn stares in return, confirming that this curious mesh of aura is what he's looking for. "Are you Loren Launceleyn?" he asks, the words muffled through the scarf he's trying to unloop from around his nose and mouth, the door clinking shut behind him.
The seat is offered and he nods his gratitude, moving to sink down into it. "My name is Finn Rosencrantz. I heard you were part of an expedition to look at the lightning storms in the Hollowed Grounds. I wondered if I might ask you a few questions about it."
He speaks quietly and politely, as though the weather has frozen away any ounce of personality behind cold lips.
The seat is offered and he nods his gratitude, moving to sink down into it. "My name is Finn Rosencrantz. I heard you were part of an expedition to look at the lightning storms in the Hollowed Grounds. I wondered if I might ask you a few questions about it."
He speaks quietly and politely, as though the weather has frozen away any ounce of personality behind cold lips.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
