voice;

[otiosity]

Not to interrupt any serious conversations anyone is having about dim hallways and new captains and stumbling into another dimension but-

Does anyone have an extra set of clothes for sale for a tall.... tall-ish person? My only pair were taken by slavers and I don't have enough sense of duty and authority to wear the uniform they gave to me. [Read: SHE THINKS IT LOOKS AWFUL.] And I have been told in the past by certain people that it's not "appropriate for the city's champion" to refuse to wear proper clothes. So basically, looking for something non pretentious and and that properly marks me as the dashing rogue that I am.

In exchange, I can give you 5 gold coins, a deck of glass playing cards, 2 magic tricks, and a beautiful piece of artwork to hang in your room by our favorite local artist Nathan Drake.

Please send all inquiries to Hawke at the talkie thing on your wrist.

Comments

[otiosity]

I've come to the unbiased conclusion that destiny fucking hates me. And I'll probably have years of issues thanks to that.

[deconstruct]

Sorry, man. Sucks to be you. At least you can throw fireballs at people?

[otiosity]

[It sucks to be her SO HARD. But she won't tell you that.]

If only I could shoot fireballs at destiny. In the mean time I hope most of the people you know who are here aren't the sort you want to shoot fireballs at.

[deconstruct]

[ there there, boo. At least you look badass. Andyr lifts a shoulder in a noncommittal shrug, making an ‘eh’ sound. ]

One of them. Maybe one and a half. Still deciding on it, but I’ll live.

[otiosity]

[She's so proud to be badass.]

Well. That's not the worst ratio of people to set on fire that I've ever heard.

[deconstruct]

It’s better than I usually have, so that’s something. Progress or whatever.

[ the people he wants to set on fire on a daily basis, when back home, tends to be in the hundreds, at least. ]