Fledgling he mouthed, corners quirked up in amusement. But, alright, he'll play. Blame it on being Antiva, the city just brought out a little murder in everyone.
"Running off the elaborate assassination plots from Bellara's serials?"
Yes, she really had gotten half the Lighthouse reading them now. Davrin may not join in on the book club, but it was impossible to resist picking up the trashy newspaper stories when the other elf gushed about them so much. And those convoluted always-a-cliffhanger plots were more fun than whatever a real assassination would look like.
His lips twisted for a moment as he looked up to the sky- spotting more people running on the roofs, of course, in the process- and giving it all honest consideration. If he was going to play a game, he aimed to win. Never mind there was no winning at story telling.
"The butcher would just be the halfway point. Going up pick up some drugged meat with a passcode. Then the target's name will be written on the butcher paper."
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"Running off the elaborate assassination plots from Bellara's serials?"
Yes, she really had gotten half the Lighthouse reading them now. Davrin may not join in on the book club, but it was impossible to resist picking up the trashy newspaper stories when the other elf gushed about them so much. And those convoluted always-a-cliffhanger plots were more fun than whatever a real assassination would look like.
His lips twisted for a moment as he looked up to the sky- spotting more people running on the roofs, of course, in the process- and giving it all honest consideration. If he was going to play a game, he aimed to win. Never mind there was no winning at story telling.
"The butcher would just be the halfway point. Going up pick up some drugged meat with a passcode. Then the target's name will be written on the butcher paper."