[ You see, Silco knows what it is that he has in his hands. He knows that he has handed over items to his fellow Zenites without any trouble -- something that he would normally not do, but bartering for good will for later seems the appropriate start -- but he would hardly do so for those among Meridian. So when he had taken a trek for those items, as he had picked them up, he had gotten a sense of whom they belonged to, and reacted appropriately.
Those among Meridian, he had kept them away, squirreled them on his person -- a makeshift bag made out of a leaf had done the trick of a bag -- and he had taken to remaining with his usual companions. Sebastian, in particular, being a powerful ally to have. Of course, given that he was Sebastian's master, him being close during an Oracle's call was a given.
Now, though, he was alone. Telling his "help" that it was perfectly fine to go off and take care of some solitary business. He was alone. For the first time in forever. Smoking a tiny cigar -- how had he gotten it? Don't worry about it. It's clearly wrapped in a very green leaf. He puffed at it, blowing rings in the air, the tightness in his face, eyes, and cut of his mouth obvious.
Liem, after all, has been watching him unseen for some time, and has probably noticed that the humorless man is... distinctly, obviously angry. Always angry. Of course, Liem can still probably take him. Emotions aren't exactly Silco's strong suit for control. ]
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Those among Meridian, he had kept them away, squirreled them on his person -- a makeshift bag made out of a leaf had done the trick of a bag -- and he had taken to remaining with his usual companions. Sebastian, in particular, being a powerful ally to have. Of course, given that he was Sebastian's master, him being close during an Oracle's call was a given.
Now, though, he was alone. Telling his "help" that it was perfectly fine to go off and take care of some solitary business. He was alone. For the first time in forever. Smoking a tiny cigar -- how had he gotten it? Don't worry about it. It's clearly wrapped in a very green leaf. He puffed at it, blowing rings in the air, the tightness in his face, eyes, and cut of his mouth obvious.
Liem, after all, has been watching him unseen for some time, and has probably noticed that the humorless man is... distinctly, obviously angry. Always angry. Of course, Liem can still probably take him. Emotions aren't exactly Silco's strong suit for control. ]