From the shadows, a regal, resplendent man pulls up a stool and helps himself to a languid seat. He gives the impression of a predatory feline, with the way he crosses a leg over his knee, and the way his lean hand drums idly and pensively against his jaw. He studies Benedict through the bars, harkening back to their rather uncomfortable exchange with Atticus Vedici in the Gallows library.
"I'll start basic," the Dragon begins somewhat caustically -- as if he is ever the sort of individual to cave to something as unnecessary as small talk. "How do you feel?"
Just BEFORE embarking on the current plot
From the shadows, a regal, resplendent man pulls up a stool and helps himself to a languid seat. He gives the impression of a predatory feline, with the way he crosses a leg over his knee, and the way his lean hand drums idly and pensively against his jaw. He studies Benedict through the bars, harkening back to their rather uncomfortable exchange with Atticus Vedici in the Gallows library.
"I'll start basic," the Dragon begins somewhat caustically -- as if he is ever the sort of individual to cave to something as unnecessary as small talk. "How do you feel?"