A few seconds pass, enough that Vlast might be tempted to conclude that the office is empty or that he ought try the door anyway—
"Enter."
—but then a brisk directive, and he will find that the door is unlocked.
There is a touch of cigarette smoke hanging in the air, one currently lit and resting in a crystal ashtray on the desk. Behind the desk, Marcus is currently winding the fine silver chain around a recognisable Riftwatch sending crystral, its blue light dimming against his palm, the sign of a recently ended conversation.
When Vlast appears and not someone more immediately recognisable to him, Marcus' focus catches, sharpens, assesses in a brisk look up and down. There is no chair waiting for a guest on the other side of his desk, but he gestures the qunari into the room anyway.
no subject
"Enter."
—but then a brisk directive, and he will find that the door is unlocked.
There is a touch of cigarette smoke hanging in the air, one currently lit and resting in a crystal ashtray on the desk. Behind the desk, Marcus is currently winding the fine silver chain around a recognisable Riftwatch sending crystral, its blue light dimming against his palm, the sign of a recently ended conversation.
When Vlast appears and not someone more immediately recognisable to him, Marcus' focus catches, sharpens, assesses in a brisk look up and down. There is no chair waiting for a guest on the other side of his desk, but he gestures the qunari into the room anyway.