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eastbound2023-01-20 12:01 am
allforthecause) wrote in eastbound2023-01-20 12:01 am
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[ Cassian is perched just outside one of the furthest tents of the caravan, out of the blazing sun as he reads over the vellum scroll in his hands several times, trying to memorize it. Only once he is done so does he put it away and pull the silver pendant out of his clothes to send a message to the rest. ]
So, I am still fairly new here. Finding my feet.
Surely there is a way to be useful? A way to earn a credit or two?
I’ve heard that there are things in the desert, that can be found by those with sharp eyes. But are they even worth the retrieval, I wonder? Who would even want them?
So, I am still fairly new here. Finding my feet.
Surely there is a way to be useful? A way to earn a credit or two?
I’ve heard that there are things in the desert, that can be found by those with sharp eyes. But are they even worth the retrieval, I wonder? Who would even want them?
No worries!!
You’ve been here longer than me. I don’t want to step on toes.
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I’ll come find you.
[ He had no idea who - or what - had access to this communication channel. ]
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He pulls down the hood of his own suit as he approaches, dark hair tussled as it finally finds freedom, and has the scroll tucked into his bag. He waves when he sees Wangji, but doesn’t take the scroll out until he’s sure there are no eyes lingering on them. Satisfied, he hands it to the other man. ]
It looks recent, to me. Something like this won’t last long in the sand.
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( Least said, soonest curiosity mended. The man presents himself, a coagulated wisp of friendly mystery, careful in greeting. The vellum sheet in hand, slim offering hesitantly captured.
He reads, coaxing thoughts to snag and settle — and returns the letter in tight, bound scroll. )
The wraith Matthias. ( A pause, measured. ) Chained to the rise of the death lords. We walk in his steps.
( Too often, he thinks, as haunted as they are herded. )
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[ He frowns, watching Wangji for a moment as he processes the information. ]
So he came the way we did. We follow him intentionally?
Does he know?