Accidents.
{ @pxvus } “Here, peacock.” Samson dropped the stack of papers on top of the pile of books arranged by the armchair where the mage usually spent his time. What a luxury, to idle around all day, or at least it seemed this man rarely did anything else. It had been a very.. spontaneous dislike. One day, Cullen had been there with some reports to deliver to this Pavus- and, like the good errand boy he had been degraded to, he’d sought out the mage in the library. Such a deeply unpleasant person, just like that orlesian mage who was just as much of an intolerable creature. Now, he was back at it again, and he could not wait to get away and retire in his small room. Just to avoid the whole world, most of the time. “Cullen expects an immediate response.” But not delivered by me, he thought, and already made sure to turn and get away before this vint had the glorious idea to make him wait on a written reply.
