WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
Governor Levati. A relation of this newcomer, he supposes - or maybe not. Would a Crow be so unsubtle as to take the name of the person they were taking revenge for? Surely Yseult would have been aware if there was no Nicola Levati in existence and she was bringing in someone under a false name. Though - well - she was rather busy of late…And an Antivan didn’t need to be a Crow to have a blood vendetta.
Byerly’s smile remains pleasant, though his hand drifts slowly towards the knife at his belt. Just in case the man decides to pass along someone-or-other’s regards.
“I hope you’re not laboring under the misapprehension that dear Artemaeus is some emissary of some bit of his family’s business.”
Lounging with the suspicion, maybe — offering to buy the possibility a drink so they could talk —
He glances between them. Dear Artemaeus. The repeated looks to Rutyer. Interesting. Nicola can play along with that well enough: he focuses on the older man and speaks to him as if he's Artemaeus's minder, since that seems to be more or less the case. He only belatedly glances down to notice Rutyer's hand's progress toward the knife, eyebrows quirking in surprise, so he's either not a Crow or very good at pretending not to be one.
"This" Riftwatch, "would be a strange business for him if he was."
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Byerly’s smile remains pleasant, though his hand drifts slowly towards the knife at his belt. Just in case the man decides to pass along someone-or-other’s regards.
“I hope you’re not laboring under the misapprehension that dear Artemaeus is some emissary of some bit of his family’s business.”
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Lounging with the suspicion, maybe — offering to buy the possibility a drink so they could talk —
He glances between them. Dear Artemaeus. The repeated looks to Rutyer. Interesting. Nicola can play along with that well enough: he focuses on the older man and speaks to him as if he's Artemaeus's minder, since that seems to be more or less the case. He only belatedly glances down to notice Rutyer's hand's progress toward the knife, eyebrows quirking in surprise, so he's either not a Crow or very good at pretending not to be one.
"This" Riftwatch, "would be a strange business for him if he was."