Severus and Martel have a very special definition of friends wherein neither of them use that word ever.
"It'd be just my luck to have something out of Nahgharash buried under my sodding castle," he reflects, half to himself, brushing the back of his knuckles against his mouth. "Rumours around this area mostly talk about the castle being haunted." Which it isn't; it was one of the things Candice remarked on the first time she came here. "Murder-suicide is the commonly accepted story. Something Daeva left behind lurking under the mountain might clarify a few things."
Martel reflects for a moment, and mutters something that might've been deliver me from pouting godlings, for the love of- but probably wasn't because he is a respectful and pious man. (Okay, no, it probably was.)
"The Arums aren't a superstitious people." He says this as if occasionally it's a nuisance and/or personal failing of theirs, for the record, and he's thinking out loud while he tests the area, cautiously.
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Severus and Martel have a very special definition of friends wherein neither of them use that word ever.
"It'd be just my luck to have something out of Nahgharash buried under my sodding castle," he reflects, half to himself, brushing the back of his knuckles against his mouth. "Rumours around this area mostly talk about the castle being haunted." Which it isn't; it was one of the things Candice remarked on the first time she came here. "Murder-suicide is the commonly accepted story. Something Daeva left behind lurking under the mountain might clarify a few things."
Martel reflects for a moment, and mutters something that might've been deliver me from pouting godlings, for the love of- but probably wasn't because he is a respectful and pious man. (Okay, no, it probably was.)
"The Arums aren't a superstitious people." He says this as if occasionally it's a nuisance and/or personal failing of theirs, for the record, and he's thinking out loud while he tests the area, cautiously.