We're all just ticking time bombs
Falke chuckles along, knowing all too well the possibilities of mixing herbs up; he’s accidentally dosed himself with something unpleasant once or twice. But that, the Fixer assumes, just comes with the territory.
However, the conversation turns a corner just as Falke finishes his own meal. Dabbing the corners of his mouth to make sure he doesn’t look like a greasy child, the Stormbreaker hums and tilts his head. “We’re dedicated to preventing the Voice from taking hold of Caido, by almost any means possible. We follow the directions of the Old Gods and their demigods and have their blessing, and for the last three hundred years, we were mostly watching the Grounds, doing Research, and anything that could lessen the Voice’s power if she got out.” Gesturing vaguely to the world around them, he sighs, though not so earth-wearily heavy as one might imagine.
“As you know, she did. So now our focus shifts to the inevitable war and giving our side the best advantage possible.” And from what he knows, he makes a face. “Seems like we might be doing well, actually. But I’m not really a ‘field’ person. Not yet, at least.”
Though if the Order ever needs Falke Guildenstern to go out and fight on their behalf, they’ll be in a sorry place, indeed.
However, the conversation turns a corner just as Falke finishes his own meal. Dabbing the corners of his mouth to make sure he doesn’t look like a greasy child, the Stormbreaker hums and tilts his head. “We’re dedicated to preventing the Voice from taking hold of Caido, by almost any means possible. We follow the directions of the Old Gods and their demigods and have their blessing, and for the last three hundred years, we were mostly watching the Grounds, doing Research, and anything that could lessen the Voice’s power if she got out.” Gesturing vaguely to the world around them, he sighs, though not so earth-wearily heavy as one might imagine.
“As you know, she did. So now our focus shifts to the inevitable war and giving our side the best advantage possible.” And from what he knows, he makes a face. “Seems like we might be doing well, actually. But I’m not really a ‘field’ person. Not yet, at least.”
Though if the Order ever needs Falke Guildenstern to go out and fight on their behalf, they’ll be in a sorry place, indeed.
FALKE
