Essek meets up with Reani. The Lightbringer is working very very hard to take a softer and more nuanced approach to the obliteration of all evil. It’s hard not seeing the world in black and white. But the good news is community service is excellent restitution. It would suck, after all, to stab hot boi Essek to death after their mutual friends literally sent him to hang out with her. Reani and Essek fight crime. (Whether Essek likes it or not.) * Essek does an impressive job of not reacting when he enters the bakery and Reani is waiting with a flower crown in hand. Jester warned her he might resist a little, but that flower crowns are good for twitchy time wizards with bad people after them. (Which is, according to Jester, the situation Essek is in presently.) He arrived via translocation to the outskirts of town about ten minutes ago and made his way, apparently, without incident into the city and to the bakery Jester had instructed him toward.
Reani ignores a small flutter of infatuation, there and gone like a passing smile, when the very pretty friend of the Mighty Nein gives her a very quick up and down. His eyes are pale lavender, squinting slightly in the light inside the bakery. He’s wearing a heavy, fur-lined cloak that drapes to the floor, covering his entire body, but as he moves into the room and pulls his hood down, Reani can see the shaved white sections along the side of his head have started to grow in a little. He’s basically as she recalls him from their briefest of meetings nearly two years ago.
“Reani, I presume?” His voice is gently accented and resigned, it seems, to what’s coming. “Jester insisted this was necessary?”
Reani nods brightly, beaming as she holds out the elaborately looped circle of lily-white and gently purple flowers.
“Welcome to Uthadurn,” she says.
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