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WHO: Wysteria, Cassius, Flint & Various
WHAT: Catch-all for fantasy August....which is just August
WHEN: August
WHERE: Kirkwall/The Surrounding Free Marches/misc
NOTES: Content warnings in subject lines; holler at me if you want a bespoke starter, otherwise feel free to drop me a start for whatever your heart desires.

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CASSIUS.

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petrana.

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It's warm and so sticky with humidity as the weather gathers itself to spill into a thunderstorm that an open door to allow some form of a cross breeze is all but some form of necessity given the very narrow set of the Gallows' windows. So undoubtedly it is with great restraint (or at least the demonstrative parody of it) that Cassius raps his knuckles—knock, knock—on the door frame of the Lady de Cedoux's office rather than waltzing directly into the work space.

What can he say? He's a gentleman.

"Oh esteemed Madame Cryptographer." Evidently his good manners don't fully encapsulate his head, for Cassius does lean it and his shoulders casually across the threshold regardless of whether the sum of his body follows after them or not. "I believe we discussed an exchange of prisoners."

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A brief look of consternation—which clears, nearly immediately, as she recollects. It's difficult to tell, probably, the difference between consternation at seeing Cassius and consternation at having forgotten what he's talking about; this is the latter, and the impression she has of him thus far is that he would not be much deterred by the former even so.

She warms, accordingly, as she is wont to do when someone is procuring her a quality vintage of wine, and rises to fetch the honey from the shelf she'd set it next to a second jar of the same. That they would live in her office regardless of how consistently she remembers tasks that aren't explicitly work-related is probably in large part due to how frequently she's making tea in her office because why leave it when she could continue working?

“So we did,” she agrees, waving him in. “And I have found the honey is an excellent additive to tea, although if you'd like to try it before you disappear with your prize I might recommend a spirit other than wine to accompany.”

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"I won't say that I'm opposed to the idea of drinking your liquor," is said as he breezes into the room, evidently needing no additional invitation to do so or to help himself to the second most comfortable looking chair he finds there. Again—he is not ungentlemanly.

There is indeed a bottle of wine tucked into the crook of his arm, toted along with all the care that an exceptionally caring father might bestow on a young infant. The glass is quite dark, obscuring the contents utterly save perhaps for some shadow about the bottle's neck.

"Would you care to sample your prize as well, or do you mean to save it for a special occasion?"