Location: Open
Truth be told he was engaged in a conversation with a person, but he had long dissociated. The whirlwind of thoughts differed from the veil to his next potion recipe. Darsh blinked and casually dropped his eyes to his drink in front of him. A bubble of silence around them, and that made him panic. The other must have asked him a question, right? Darsh cleared his throat and nodded to the other. "The answer is clearly fourteen." He uttered with a natural confidence that he almost believed himself. His brows knitted together while he stared to see if the answer actually made sense at all, or if he was caught.
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Silas tilted his head, quickly realising the man was paying him no attention. "There are fourteen members of the council?" He questioned again, this time sitting with his notepad. He had been investigating the council for some time and now realised there was only two ways to find out exactly what was discussed in the chambers. By being direct and asking or joining himself. Although he needed to figure out how to go about doing that. "When did you join the council?" He asked again, still taking notes with no regard as to whether the stranger wanted to answer the questions.



















