CIAN
the eye
"It's funny how strange phrases like good evening are, during LongNight." The Eye notes with a dry smile, though only the flickering firelight will see the lack of warmth in his eyes. "Please, come in. We have a few things to discuss." Do the shadows stretch from the corners, both chasing the Spyglass out and beckoning him near? Will the walk to the hearth and the man sat before it seem to take longer than it ought?
Whatever plans Finn had for the remainder of the evening were inconsequential, though perhaps it was a courtesy that Cian didn't offer the Spyglass a drink. The dance of Would you care for...followed by a perfunctory no from Finn would only take up time. Or, perhaps Cian was merely being rude.
Whatever plans Finn had for the remainder of the evening were inconsequential, though perhaps it was a courtesy that Cian didn't offer the Spyglass a drink. The dance of Would you care for...followed by a perfunctory no from Finn would only take up time. Or, perhaps Cian was merely being rude.
