Oh you want the K gob gammit. YOU WANT THE K.
Rain had been drumming against the window panes of Castle Ostia’s library for an seemingly endless amount of time. Having spent the past few days in the bookroom the shaman was convinced the weather was like him repeating the same day over and over. The same people in the halls the same cloudy grey sky above the only difference being the books he found himself reading. But even reading became mundane and boring. Bringing a hand to his face he stared out the large window looking out over the field void of creatures not wanting to be washed away in the neverending downpour until Canas spotted something moving away from the castle. Squinting he recognized the frame and the horrible disguise. Hector.
It was better than nothing, closing his text and losing his place the shaman hurried out into the rain after the poorly cloaked figure. “If you wish to leave unnoticed might I suggest a better disguise, next time?” He called out to the axe wielder over the pattering of the rain.
Turning surprised the man acknowledged his presence muttering something about it being good enough before. Sighing and shaking his head Canas scolded him “Allow me to help you seeing as you are lacking in the imagination department next time.” smiling and turning away he slipped over a slick of mud only to be caught by his companion. Looking up he nodded face flush with color before pulling on the lord’s shoulder and pressing their lips together in a prolonged moment.