for @corvusregards 's Viago , from Tarquin | [LINK]
At first, even after getting Rook's agreement to make use of the eluvian, the Shadows' correspondence with the Crows had been by a few letters. Now, with Treviso under the dual threat of Blight and the Antaam, in-person visits were actually faster to coordinate.
Tarquin had heard there was some brief fuss over security or the like, that they'd only permit someone trusted by both Rook and the Viper.
All of which meant, Tarquin was saddled with another duty, on top of tactics and information for the Shadow Dragons as well as playing the part of unassuming Templar archivist.
Were the circumstances not so dire, he might've insisted Ashur and Rook choose someone else. As it stood, everyone was spreading themselves thinner and thinner by the week.
So here he was, stepping through a magic bloody mirror into another city halfway across the north, with a ledger and a map under his arm to coordinate what aid could be spared. The passing glances of curiosity or scrutiny, he was used to. Not so much the wariness in his wake, like a blade close enough to tickle his neck with every heartbeat.
Just reflexes, hopefully.
Tarquin had seen Viago's name written, but he liked finally putting a face to it. He kept that thought to himself, though; they had work to do.
"Viago de Riva, so I've heard. Tarquin, of the Shadow Dragons," he introduced himself with a brief nod, placing the ledger and map on the nearby table. "What's the situation in Treviso since your last letter, any changes?"
