#rotweald

Figures that the man could figure him out, too. Roule huffs, unrolling his sleeves against the chill. 

"Haven't decided." 

 Likely not, so long as Reynauld keeps his word. Help each other, he said. They'll see.

He sighs in smoke, keeping eyes on him. There’s a lot of death around this one, it’s all over him. He’s got hands and teeth that could kill. It’s a bad day. He can’t swing a blade fast enough, he’s sure of it. Not today, but he can posture. 

“Please decide now. The Madame does not take polite to trouble in this fine establishment.”

He does a headcount of who is working, and who could run.

“Are you a Wolf? A Virago’s child? Forgive me, handsome, you look lost here.”

011. a secret letter || Send some for letters 

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Within a weald grove, closest to the town;

To Roule:

I only know you through word of mouth, but hopefully you shall come looking about for me, should I go quiet. There are many threads yet to tie off. I ask that you take the poultice I should have prepared by this point, and sink the locket into it for a day.

The truth: We took that locket into the estate upon the hill, and we found something indescribably vile and corrosive. I believe it is the source of everything in this area.

I trust you to do what you must. Please protect this place, if you can, and if you cannot, I understand. You may help yourself to my collection of things that I have hidden here. Consider it a token for helping Sarah and John. I hope you find something that helps you.

He rocks the chair back on its legs, keeping the long burning paper between his fingers (one of madame’s gifts) and cranes his head to look at the voice a little closer- he’s just outside the hanging lanterns light. There’s a warble in his throat of a laugh, and he rubs at his eyes- they do refract, don’t they? That’s a dangerous observation for anyone in these parts. 

“Mm,” he manages, pushing against the chair to stand on his feet. There’s a scrap of a... not a man- no it smelled like old rotten leaves and ozone there, “- Neither are you.”

He steps down one step, between the door and this... creature, tonguing the paper from one side of his mouth to the other.