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The castle is chill, in the hallways, and dark apart from pools of light created by torches placed at wide intervals on the walls.
Havelock is moving, if possible, even more silently than usual. He'd be twitchy if that wasn't a surefire way to mess up your stealth. The shadows are blending obligingly around him, more strongly here than they had in the bar.
Puck can take care of himself, he knows that, but also holds out no hope that any of this is going to be particularly pleasant.
Havelock is moving, if possible, even more silently than usual. He'd be twitchy if that wasn't a surefire way to mess up your stealth. The shadows are blending obligingly around him, more strongly here than they had in the bar.
Puck can take care of himself, he knows that, but also holds out no hope that any of this is going to be particularly pleasant.
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Date: 2010-02-22 12:21 am (UTC)From:"They were my great-uncle'th," he says modestly.
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Date: 2010-02-22 12:25 am (UTC)From:(Knowing Igors, they probably are of excellent quality.)
"I do hope you have a pleasant evening. I know Igor will strive as best he may for you."
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Date: 2010-02-22 12:44 am (UTC)From:But it neatly distracts him from Havelock.
"Oh," he agrees, vague.
"Ah ... indeed."
His expression sharpens with concentration as he gives Havelock a last look. "I wish you all the same."
A slight pause.
"'Til later, then."
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Date: 2010-02-22 12:47 am (UTC)From:What is he going to do with thith one?