I won't disturb your work. [ Polite. ] I'll see you this evening.
[ And he will. ]
Some hours later, with a roll of ram hide gripped snug along the crook of his left arm, Richard Dickerson stands quietly outside Fitcher's door and listens. He listens for voices, and for footsteps, within and without -- the scuff of a boot on stone draws his eye away from the door, only for the source to carry on down a stairwell unseen.
Nothing about this is worth a broken jaw.
Once he's satisfied with his own abundance of caution, he knocks twice, quietly, and waits -- upright and patient in layers of all black accented with silver. Madame Moresina Alder's work.
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Date: 2020-10-16 08:30 pm (UTC)[ And he will. ]
Some hours later, with a roll of ram hide gripped snug along the crook of his left arm, Richard Dickerson stands quietly outside Fitcher's door and listens. He listens for voices, and for footsteps, within and without -- the scuff of a boot on stone draws his eye away from the door, only for the source to carry on down a stairwell unseen.
Nothing about this is worth a broken jaw.
Once he's satisfied with his own abundance of caution, he knocks twice, quietly, and waits -- upright and patient in layers of all black accented with silver. Madame Moresina Alder's work.