WHO: Simon, Myr, Kostos, and maybe a special guest WHAT: Collecting some vague number of phylacteries and one stray mage WHEN: Early Cloudreach 9:44 WHERE: Ansburg and the road there NOTES: Cw: sheep
Blithely sitting by and playing one of the little wooden peg table games found at some pubs, Evrion has no opinion on the matter at all. He's seemed a little uneasy since leaving the Circle, surprised at every turn that no one seems to care at all about three mages casually strolling around with one Templar, and it discomforts him greatly to have to keep his wisps under wraps (because the lad has some common sense, after all).
Periodically he looks up from what he's doing, waiting for the others to come to a conclusion.
It might help public perception that Kostos doesn't carry a staff and hasn't worn Circle robes in years—he stopped after he first took a spiked club to the ribs and learned that once your magic was cut off the only good mage fashion did you was to change the color and quality of the thread that had to be picked out of your very stylish gaping wounds.
But on the other hand he does look distinctly foreign, with his complexion and the dark tones and Nevarran lines of his clothing, so it can only help so much.
Simon's response evokes something—not quite a smile, not quite openly a sneer—brief and subtle from one corner of Kostos' mouth, and he tears apart a piece of bread without looking at it while he answers Myr.
"I do not mind," he says, which isn't exactly true, but close enough. It's a sacrifice he's willing to make. "If we are not bringing the crates inside I may sleep in the cart regardless."
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Periodically he looks up from what he's doing, waiting for the others to come to a conclusion.
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But on the other hand he does look distinctly foreign, with his complexion and the dark tones and Nevarran lines of his clothing, so it can only help so much.
Simon's response evokes something—not quite a smile, not quite openly a sneer—brief and subtle from one corner of Kostos' mouth, and he tears apart a piece of bread without looking at it while he answers Myr.
"I do not mind," he says, which isn't exactly true, but close enough. It's a sacrifice he's willing to make. "If we are not bringing the crates inside I may sleep in the cart regardless."