[ Some buried instinct spurs him to bow back to her in half-assed and hazy mirror, passably polite. This is Warden Adrasteia.
The pause for him to take her in head on is distinct. ]
‘Richard’ is fine. [ He isn’t feeling very much like a Mister or a Serrah or a human at all on this day, hungover and tired and muddled over his own presence here. There’s a tell-tale weariness to the way he nods and turns away to seat himself, dark circles around bright eyes while he watches her follow. ]
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The pause for him to take her in head on is distinct. ]
‘Richard’ is fine. [ He isn’t feeling very much like a Mister or a Serrah or a human at all on this day, hungover and tired and muddled over his own presence here. There’s a tell-tale weariness to the way he nods and turns away to seat himself, dark circles around bright eyes while he watches her follow. ]
How long have you been a Warden?