The iconoclast tattoo hidden appropriately beneath a curtain of silvery hair is the source of that newfound vim and vigor, adding a layer of confidence to a cautious man who hasn't felt it so strongly since he was a headstrong twenty-year-old. Older, wiser, he's patrolling the halls with a sharp eye out for materials, resources, or anything likewise useful, when he hears a familiar pair of voices.
Ah. He flattens himself to the wall instinctively to listen for a moment or two, only pushing himself out of cover and appearing in the mouth of that hallway once he's keened onto the general subject of conversation and that there are no participants beyond the two of them. ]
Gentlemen. [ Gloved hands are lifted in mock surrender to showcase his non-violent intentions as he walks closer, one even raising higher in a two-fingered salute to Sebastian. ] Guten tag.
On the hunt for something more compelling than sprinkles of sand from the opposing faction? Looks like you've found it.
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The iconoclast tattoo hidden appropriately beneath a curtain of silvery hair is the source of that newfound vim and vigor, adding a layer of confidence to a cautious man who hasn't felt it so strongly since he was a headstrong twenty-year-old. Older, wiser, he's patrolling the halls with a sharp eye out for materials, resources, or anything likewise useful, when he hears a familiar pair of voices.
Ah. He flattens himself to the wall instinctively to listen for a moment or two, only pushing himself out of cover and appearing in the mouth of that hallway once he's keened onto the general subject of conversation and that there are no participants beyond the two of them. ]
Gentlemen. [ Gloved hands are lifted in mock surrender to showcase his non-violent intentions as he walks closer, one even raising higher in a two-fingered salute to Sebastian. ] Guten tag.
On the hunt for something more compelling than sprinkles of sand from the opposing faction? Looks like you've found it.