[CLOSED] 🎶 Say that we'll be nemeses 🎶

[ragweed]

WHO: Kit + Sarkan 
WHAT: Kit reluctantly seeks out his best frenemy for some assistance of the magical variety. No, he can't believe he's doing this either. ugh.
WHEN: Towards the end of Solace.
WHERE: The Gallows library
NOTES: General warning for excess levels of snark and grudge-holding.

This was a bad idea, but apparently not bad enough of an idea to keep him from going through with it.

Towards the end of Solace, Kit's leg has made enough of a recovery (it had always looked worse than it was) that, though he carries the crutch around with him, he doesn't always need to lean against it for support. That doesn't mean any part of him enjoys the long hike up the staircase to the Gallows' library; he's embarrassed by how winded he is by the time he finally reaches it. The doors, already open, welcome him in, which is a much better reception than he anticipates getting from Sarkan's table.

He makes his way through the library with considerably less racket this time until he finds the veritable dais of luxury that Sarkan has enthroned himself upon, and just stares at him in disdainful silence for a few seconds, like bracing himself for entering an outhouse or something equally unpleasant. ugh. Give him Bownammar again any day.

He clears his throat. "Hey."

Off to a great start.