starter for @voidbled
he’s failed again. this isn’t the first time, and he doubts it will be the last, but the knowledge still stings. he’d never once seen billie return empty--handed, having no useful information or anything of the sort, and he thinks this is the third or fourth time he has. he’s glad for this whaler’s mask that conceals his features; he’d hate for daud to see the disappointment written clear across his features.
both arms hang at his sides, just as useless in this moment as he feels. “ i’m sorry, sir, but i haven’t been able to come up with anything. as far as i can tell, the area is empty --- and that’s what worries me. shouldn’t there be guards about? ” thomas takes a step back, hand already rising in preparation for his usual genuflection prior to his departure. “ or-- did you want me to stay? ” with the oddity of the situation, he can see daud maybe wishing for his assistance on this mission.
