some nights feel like every night
Diligently writing it all down in shorthand so that he might transfer it to a more complete set of notes later, Falke nods along to indicate that he’s listening. And when there’s a natural break lull in the story - perhaps she hasn’t finished, or perhaps that’s all there is to it, the Fixer interjects a couple of quick questions.
“Interesting. Do you think it was necessary to have two demigods there? What did it take to destroy the shrine? Was there anything unusual about the lightning?” It’s clear that the Fixer is in full research mode, trying to get a very clear picture of what happened and what it takes to deliver this kind of damage. He is not a man for the field, but if he can advise - or prepare others - for what to expect, perhaps he might be able to be of greater service.
“Interesting. Do you think it was necessary to have two demigods there? What did it take to destroy the shrine? Was there anything unusual about the lightning?” It’s clear that the Fixer is in full research mode, trying to get a very clear picture of what happened and what it takes to deliver this kind of damage. He is not a man for the field, but if he can advise - or prepare others - for what to expect, perhaps he might be able to be of greater service.
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
