"How should I know? This may shock you, but I'm not very practiced with hunting down my masters. Much better at the 'avoiding at all costs until jerked into a pentacle by a few choice words' song and dance."
Candidly (a state which he'd rather not enter), he'd been doing just that - having returned from doing a few laps around Val Royeaux's Grand Cathedral, he'd anticipated being snatched back to the boy's stodgy old interior room and made to give a full report of what he'd heard from a series of convenient window sills and what have you. Instead, he'd been allowed to fuss around the Gallows to his heart's content - playing cards, placing the skull in the jar under the Seneschal's chair, extending his leg to unbelievable lengths in order to trip Matthias, putting rotten eggs into Colin's pockets. You know. The usual.
And still no summons had come. Some might think, Ah the threats worked after all. The lad's finally had a change of heart, or is at least too paranoid to be drawing anything in chalk on floors. But blind optimism without a healthy dose of underlying suspicion is for lesser beings who haven't spent at least a few thousand years being jerked around. And so:
The lioness flicks her tail irritably. "He's not in the Gallows. I've looked."
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Date: 2019-08-14 01:24 am (UTC)Candidly (a state which he'd rather not enter), he'd been doing just that - having returned from doing a few laps around Val Royeaux's Grand Cathedral, he'd anticipated being snatched back to the boy's stodgy old interior room and made to give a full report of what he'd heard from a series of convenient window sills and what have you. Instead, he'd been allowed to fuss around the Gallows to his heart's content - playing cards, placing the skull in the jar under the Seneschal's chair, extending his leg to unbelievable lengths in order to trip Matthias, putting rotten eggs into Colin's pockets. You know. The usual.
And still no summons had come. Some might think, Ah the threats worked after all. The lad's finally had a change of heart, or is at least too paranoid to be drawing anything in chalk on floors. But blind optimism without a healthy dose of underlying suspicion is for lesser beings who haven't spent at least a few thousand years being jerked around. And so:
The lioness flicks her tail irritably. "He's not in the Gallows. I've looked."