[ Marcus has a little skill when it comes to the card tables in Lowtown, in part due to a decent grasp of the game itself, but also an ability to be difficult to read. Here, as Gods of Murder are brought up, unfamiliar verbiage, confessions of mass murder, he is similarly opaque, listening only with keen attention.
He ought to be writing this down, but he has a feeling he'll remember the important parts. For the rest that does not seem pertinent to him or his duty—mindflayer tadpole?—he dismisses. ]
Obviously, [ he repeats, a glimmer of rare, dry humour.
Rifters, man. ]
The Gallows [ a turn of his hand meant to indicate the building they are in ] used to be a prison for mages. The rooms we live in were once cells. We can make use of the locks on your door and secure it from the hallway each evening.
Have you ever succumbed to these urges while awake?
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Date: 2024-02-03 11:29 pm (UTC)He ought to be writing this down, but he has a feeling he'll remember the important parts. For the rest that does not seem pertinent to him or his duty—mindflayer tadpole?—he dismisses. ]
Obviously, [ he repeats, a glimmer of rare, dry humour.
Rifters, man. ]
The Gallows [ a turn of his hand meant to indicate the building they are in ] used to be a prison for mages. The rooms we live in were once cells. We can make use of the locks on your door and secure it from the hallway each evening.
Have you ever succumbed to these urges while awake?