I had a friend who knew the language of the future
{{Backdated to just after the coffee shop.}}
Elashte walks back into the Main Gauche and dispenses with his escort as soon as he can. He needs to clear his head before he even considers dealing with the fallout of duelling another Neqa'el, especially one with holdings as extensive as Luther's. And clearing his head requires certain things to be squared away.
To that end, he's sought out Captain Harkness - in Malek's room, not that he needs to wonder why. Humans. ...and Behemoths, he supposes. All similarities aside, they're so like different species.
He knocks, listening to Harkness as he comes to the door to let him in, and flourishes the psychic paper. "I thought I should return this to you. With my thanks."
Elashte walks back into the Main Gauche and dispenses with his escort as soon as he can. He needs to clear his head before he even considers dealing with the fallout of duelling another Neqa'el, especially one with holdings as extensive as Luther's. And clearing his head requires certain things to be squared away.
To that end, he's sought out Captain Harkness - in Malek's room, not that he needs to wonder why. Humans. ...and Behemoths, he supposes. All similarities aside, they're so like different species.
He knocks, listening to Harkness as he comes to the door to let him in, and flourishes the psychic paper. "I thought I should return this to you. With my thanks."