XIV is comfy.
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XIV is comfy.
☱ Grim.
Exerpts from files submitted to Lady Aia Versai;
Atticus Grim, first seen in the company of Alurien Black and a woman. Shining Blade allegiance - currently working with the Ebon Vanguard. Multitude of tattoos, possible gang affiliations, requires further investigation.
Gruff initial disposition, but responsive to flirtation. Tries to come off as simple, but steadfast, not pliable. Take what we can and eliminate.
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Further discussion shows him more pliable. Further investigation required to determine if possible conversion.
☱Grim and/or Liam.
…To finally see with my eyes this fabled Grim was quite something; the priest has given me all manner of description of him already, both official and decidedly unofficial (though the latter is more written on his face than his tongue). It was peculiar — his exterior is hardened, frightening (I certainly would not want to be caught in a dark alley with him, though I imagine he’d find himself thinking the same of me soon enough), but then he spent the entire evening throwing fruit at the other Vanguard, and hanging on some woman he called Anne as if she were his closest friend. A strange man. I hope to properly speak to him one day, to pick his brain and see how pliable (Darrian’s words) he truly is. Ah — what an asset he would be.
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…Liam Gale. I would spit the name on the paper if I could, how angry he has made me tonight. With all that is going on with Armen, and Allain, and this mess in the Silverwastes, I can hardly keep my head straight enough to do business. And then this man, this waste of a body and face, has the nerve to speak to me as if I’m asking him to walk the gallows instead of offering him lucrative, high paying work. Has the nerve to question Mister Etan’s worth, and purpose, to speak around him as if he does not exist. Does he think his handsome face will get him excused from all things? And the selfishness he possesses, to drag that Stormsinger who clearly cares deeply for him, into his whirlpool. She could have use, I can see it in her eyes. He is a corpse bloated with old seawater that needs buried.
Well, there was a short period of time in there when I thought there more to him than a brutish oaf.