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WHO: Vandren et al.
WHAT: A Tevene defector slithers into the fold.
WHEN: Presently.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: A couple of loose starters, wildcard ok, brackets ok.

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Here sits Vandren Verminius, first and no doubt last of his name, summoned to an office, or a workroom, or some other private quarter fit for polite interrogation. He has been nothing if not accommodating of Riftwatch’s whims these past few days.

He’s unassuming in trousers and tunic, a rug of an old coat thrown over against the cold. It’s black and gold. Ornate, and threadbare.

No weapons, no armor.

Just an old man slouched in an old chair, gone distant in his struggle to reconcile that this place was once at the heart of the Imperium’s slave trade, screams ringing through the caverns below, flagstone sticky with blood enough to thin the veil. The stone halls are quiet now, between meals. Empty and still.

His seat creaks beneath him when he shifts, pricking his attention back to the present.

Sorry, he could say, or What was the question?

“No,” he guesses, instead. As blind answers go it feels like a safe bet, fifty-fifty, until he reflects more fully on his circumstance.

“Perhaps.”

[ nighttime yoga routine for better sleep ]

It’s late enough to be early when he finally makes his way out into the courtyard one dark night, his breath drifting after him. The statues he’s seen illustrated in historical tomes are long gone, sheer walls and pedestals stripped bare under the stars, to say nothing of all the damage and subsequent repairs.

The idea was to do some stretching; some meditation. Warm up and then jog a lap or two in the bitter cold.

He might yet try, depending on how long he has between finishing the cup of wine he’s just started and inevitable interruption.

Some of the people here are slow to trust, and it isn’t hard to imagine why.

[ WILDCARD ]

Dazzle and/or disorient me I'm still getting up to speed on what the world is like these days.

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