Raven walked in without so much as a knock, looking disheveled, his clothes road and battle-worn. Eyes tired, a droop in his steps, holding back a yawn. Another fruitless mission, though at least this one had only taken him as far as Sharilton.
“ ‘evenin’? That late already?” It was always impossible to tell in Fennmont, but his stomach grumbled a moment later in agreement. His coat flew to rest on the back of a chair, followed by his battle harness, and the bow gets placed slightly more carefully on the table at its side. Raven dropped into the seat after his equipment. “Anythin’ interesting while I was gone?”
“Last I checked, indeed it was.”
Alexei hummed softly to himself, the growling of the other’s stomach and sound of weight displaced ‘pon a chair telling him all he needed to know of the other’s position. He could do something about this, most definitely. He shifted, pulling himself up, the book closed between nimble fingers as he moved beyond the chair, now getting a good look at the bedraggled partner.
An eyebrow cocked, “It depends on what you mean by ‘interesting’.” For him, interesting ranged on new ways spirits reacted to environments to some random architectural fact which he hadn’t known prior. “I did have a particularly fascinating revelation of how you can cut yourself with a spoon earlier, though I doubt that’s what you mean.” He threw a light half-smile in jest, though whether he was truly joking is another matter.
“Shall I grab you something to eat, Raven?”
