Time: The early hours of the morning, October 20th Location: Dasratsel, The Reason’s Piece Status: @rxnnxlhylxne
The Reason’s Piece was likely seeing an influx of business it wasn’t accustomed to now that Dasratsel was accessible by the public, but sitting downstairs in the dining area with Nil, Thalra wouldn’t have known that by just looking around. It was nearly abandoned-- even the bartender and owner had left his post behind the bar so shredded with tally marks after he’d given the twins breakfast. Thalra didn’t mind, she liked the privacy, and knew Nil didn’t like crowds anyway. She poked at the food with her fork, fresh eggs and bacon with a side of porridge, which looked delicious but was still altogether unappealing to her. Her appetite had vanished a few days ago, as had her ability to rest. Thalra didn’t know what it meant, that she could look at the food in front of her and not even feel a pang of hunger when she hadn’t eaten anything at all yesterday, but it likely wasn’t a good sign.
Abandoning her fork, Thalra picked up the pen she’d been using before and scribbled another name into the notebook that was quickly filling up with her neat, cursive handwriting. “Lord and Lady Pellezin should be a last resort,” she said, continuing a conversation they’d been having on and off for the last few days. Nil was adamant that he was staying in the town with her when it disappeared, and Thalra continued on making lists of resources he could take advantage of when she was gone. “If you need a favor, give them my name and you’ll have what you need no questions asked, but they’re a conniving pair, so keep your wits about you.” Nil would also always have an ally in Efrain, but she doubted it would be her brother’s first inclination to go to him for help. Or go to anyone for help for that matter, even if his life depended on it, which it likely would. Frustrating as it was, Nil wore guilt like a cloak around his shoulders.
Feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on Thalra reached for the cup of tea by her plate and took a small sip, hoping the caffeine would banish her headache. She grimaced immediately at the taste. “Of course this place wouldn’t even have good tea,” she mumbled, massaging her temple to try and ease the tension there.
