“Yeah?” Rook watched him delicately heft a leather bound tome, one long finger running the length of the spine in contemplation. Had he intended to be in for the day? Was his usual lounge wear a vest and silk shirt buttoned to his chin? It did suit him, and the confident care with which he handled everything he touched. “Are you interested in going out with us? I mean, not that we couldn’t use you. It’s just a lot of, uh,” Rook laughed, huffing a nervous breath that sent a spray of curls from his face, “chaos? I guess is the best word for it.”
“Well, I certainly don’t intend to spend this entire experience behind a desk, no matter how lovely the view might be.” Emmrich gingerly set aside the box and turned towards him, his face all earnest intensity in the flickering light. “I hope to be able to be of service wherever I am most needed, but I am deeply interested in accompanying you on the frontlines of this journey when I may.”
“You don’t have to convince me,” Rook waved him off. “I know you’re good for it. I’m taking Bellara back to Arlathan tomorrow, do you want to join?”
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