[ The office is large enough for two, and only just—and indeed, there's a desk pushed off to the side that has been used to store modest stacks of filing and scrolls. The one in use is nearest the window, and the man seated at it is occupying his time with some reading of loose sheets of paper.
When Marcus is alerted to Tav's presence— ]
Come in,
[ along with a gesture towards the chair opposite him. Captain Rowntree is, in fact, similarly scarred, a ribbon of it from eye to jaw, curled back up to his mouth, and there's no friendly smile to offset it. No scowl, either, so perhaps that's something. ]
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When Marcus is alerted to Tav's presence— ]
Come in,
[ along with a gesture towards the chair opposite him. Captain Rowntree is, in fact, similarly scarred, a ribbon of it from eye to jaw, curled back up to his mouth, and there's no friendly smile to offset it. No scowl, either, so perhaps that's something. ]
Close the door.