#rel. roach

Send ✏️ and I'll generate an incorrect quote between our muses // Tulin // @todrawblood

Tulin: So, I've been thinking Viago-

Viago: That's dangerous.

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Tulin: I love hearing Viago shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

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Tulin: Viago, can I ask you a question?

Viago: You just did.

Tulin: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Viago: You just did.

Tulin, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Viago: You just did.

Tulin: When?!

@todrawblood // Roach

Viago ventured to the Roach's quarters, a letter in hand that he wished to deliver personally. Information regarding Antaam movements and their dealings with the gods; too sensitive to trust to a courier or even a fellow Crow.

He had expected to find Roach training, studying, doing something productive. Instead, he came across the elf drinking alone.

Naturally, he felt a flicker of concern. The stress of all that was happening in Treviso was giving Viago several grey hairs, he couldn't fathom the stress of leaving a group against a fight against gods, of all things. Roach had once been his mentee, and a sense of duty still bound him to the younger Crow. But Roach was also a de Riva, and Viago the Talon of House de Riva, he could not simply ask what was wrong.

So he made his presence known instead, rapping two knuckles against the door before stepping through the threshold.