Hound released a sigh of relief as they left the rook’s main room and the noise finally dropped to a manageable level. Saint had responded favorably to the idea of finding somewhere quiet to stay for a while, and he walked behind Hound (in their blind spot, which they weren’t the biggest fan of, but it couldn’t be helped) as they ducked into a seemingly unused storage room at the other end of the hall.
Taking a seat on a large crate covered by a moth-eaten tarp, Hound hazarded a glance at the odd bracelet their equally quiet companion was fiddling with. They realized with no small amount of curiosity that it wasn’t just an ordinary wire, like they had previously thought, but rather a wickedly sharp garrote.
“that’s an… interesting fashion choice,” Hound noted, trying to force their voice into sounding more casual than it usually did.
@project-saint-707 here it is :P
