Nikos appears, somewhat suddenly and clumsily, from the shadows of the adjoining room. This is not as cool an entrance as it might sound. It is not quite night, just shy of the evening hour, but it is dark in this part of the palazzo. The curtains have already been drawn, which means that Nikos has just been sitting in the dark.
He uses the bottle he's holding to gesture toward one of the small paintings. The wine sloshes against its sides but he's drunk enough that it doesn't spill out, as careless as he's being with it. On the canvas, tall sandstone cliffs stand over the ocean. A small ship is poised upon the waves. Its unfurled sails are full of invisible wind.
"The prince won't notice. He's got a hundred more to take its place. In crates, in storage. You could take those too."
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Nikos appears, somewhat suddenly and clumsily, from the shadows of the adjoining room. This is not as cool an entrance as it might sound. It is not quite night, just shy of the evening hour, but it is dark in this part of the palazzo. The curtains have already been drawn, which means that Nikos has just been sitting in the dark.
He uses the bottle he's holding to gesture toward one of the small paintings. The wine sloshes against its sides but he's drunk enough that it doesn't spill out, as careless as he's being with it. On the canvas, tall sandstone cliffs stand over the ocean. A small ship is poised upon the waves. Its unfurled sails are full of invisible wind.
"The prince won't notice. He's got a hundred more to take its place. In crates, in storage. You could take those too."