[open] far from my mother's home

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: October catch-all
WHEN: throughout Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall dungeon/gay baby jail
NOTES: will add if necessary

For Riftwatch members in good standing, there's a built-in captive audience residing in a cell below the Kirkwall mage tower. One barred window peeks out onto the dreary courtyard, and on the opposite wall an interior door opens onto a dark, torchlit hallway, a bench placed on the wall facing in for the comfort of guests and interrogators.

Inside the cell, every day is the same. Sometimes Benedict is sleeping on the little bed supported by chains from the wall, sometimes he's pacing, sometimes he's standing on his toes to rest his chin on the windowsill, hands gripping the bars to keep himself upright, starved for any form of stimulation whatsoever.

Increasingly, he can be found sitting or lying on the floor of his cell, staring at the ceiling or fiddling with the straw scattered on the floor, bending and twisting it in such a way that, on closer inspection, he might be trying to figure out how to weave it.

Visitors will find him quite receptive, even excited to see them. Unless they're Flint.

Comments

[keenly]

Colin grins broadly and receives the coins.

"You get me the rubbing, and I can take care of the copies. If you need paper and charcoal, I have it."

He tells her the address of the de la Fontaine apartments in Hightown slightly sheepishly. "It's where I live. You'd best deliver it there. The rubbing and, in time, the original box. Unless you think of a better place."

[sulahnan]

She recognizes the address, not by whose apartments they are but purely the fact that it's in Hightown, and gives an appreciative whistle. No wonder she doesn't see him around much; she's never in Hightown.

"That should be fine. Probably better than any dive in Lowtown I could suggest," though not many would think to find anything of value, sentimental or otherwise, in her usual haunts. "And I've got paper and charcoal. I wasn't kidding about the art supplies."

[keenly]

He suspects he would only make it worse if he explained he is not actually Lady Alexandrie's boytoy.

"It's the de la Fontaine apartments. Anyone trying to get in would have to be better at infiltration than the lady herself, which is...not Leander."

[sulahnan]

"Or a friend of Lexie's, of course," she almost throws in she threw a knife at me once, ya know. It was great. but deems it not worth mentioning. After all, it was accidental. She hefts the bag of herbs with a nod and starts towards the door.

"Thanks for this. I'll see what I can do to get those rubbings."

[keenly]

Colin grins broadly again. Only Lexie's friends call her that. It seems the lady has continued her collection of lower-class trash, and he definitely likes that.

"Glad to help. Come by anytime."