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.
Nicola's hands spread in a shrug: it's not dishonorable. It's Antiva. And, "If it's not in my hands, it's out of them. I did try."
Maybe Byerly should make friends with people who have more confidence in his skill with a sword? But that's none of Nicola's business, of course. He verges on smiling, the vaguely pleasant expression or someone who's not unhappy but just doesn't do a lot of smiling on the clock, and he steps back from the pair of them.
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Maybe Byerly should make friends with people who have more confidence in his skill with a sword? But that's none of Nicola's business, of course. He verges on smiling, the vaguely pleasant expression or someone who's not unhappy but just doesn't do a lot of smiling on the clock, and he steps back from the pair of them.
"I will see you around."