You're the jester of this courtyard, with a smile like a girl's

[cyfor]

There are moths in Desmond Descant's office. Their wingspan is as broad as a man's hand and they're all glowing, giving off little shimmers as they flutter from surface to surface. They aren't destroying anything! Just climbing around the office, lighting it up and being benignly pretty.

And whoever opens the front door of the Casa next will get a

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[gunslingersai]

Roland had not realized that anyone used this warehouse to live in. He has been between warehouse and warehouse in the last few days, in alleys, always in hiding not that he thinks the sketch was done well enough for anyone to recognize him. Especially not now, when he's hardly looking his best. He's pale and sweating. Occasionally, his arm bleeds still. He managed to get the bullet out, but he can't help but wonder if shards of it are still in his arm.

He's wearing a clean shirt and pants now. The coat covers the guns that are at his side.

Roland stops in front of the warehouse, eying her. "You... live here?" He really had not wanted to try to find a different warehouse for the night.

[anjelsword]

She raises an eyebrow at him and rubs her hands together. "Staying here for now. You're welcome to it. It's a sarden warehouse--I'm not that big a person."

A pause, then, "Have a bit to eat as well. You look like you could use it."

[gunslingersai]

Roland stares at her.

"You offer food and to share a warehouse to anyone that walks down the street?"

He doesn't mean to sound confused by the prospect. It's just such kindness to a stranger seems strange to find, especially in this city. The stranger could be out to hurt others.

Roland isn't obviously, but he could be. Of course, he isn't concerned if that's why she made that offer to him (it seems unlikely hurting him would do anyone any good at this point).

[anjelsword]

"Just now? Yes." She stands back and motions to the doorway.

"Unless you mean to harm me, I've nothing to gain by hurting you--or not offering my help. This way I get a bit of company for however long you plan on staying."

The kid doesn't look well, and--pudding-hearted mot that she is--she doesn't like the idea of him hunting around the unfriendly evening to find somewhere else to stay.

[gunslingersai]

He watches her for another moment. It's a quiet attempt to figure out how truthful she's being, but he realizes he's a little too fever-ish to be able to tell.

"I don't mean to harm you," he says. "Or anyone." Beyond Marten, but that's another story. He really doesn't want to think about trying to kill Marten, again, only for it to result in more unnecessary deaths.

Roland steps inside, makes his way to a cushion, and sort of just collapses on it. He closes his eyes. Just needs some rest to figure out what his next plan of action is.