[log] and i got no excuse and is that all right
Martel's morning typically begins before the sun rises; his days are busy lately and it suits him well enough, suits him even more to accomplish as much a day as he can possibly manage.
Not that he's ever had a tendency to push himself.
Still. Today is a little different; Candice had no interest in getting up quite that early and after lighting the fire, he'd seen the sense in it and gone back to bed a while. Breakfast was followed by the parting of ways, and Martel spent most of the morning primarily overseeing the work of the Arum men. The fact he supplies the end-of-day booze is, he's noticed, raising his popularity there astronomically.
In the afternoon, sleeves rolled up and boots on, he's back in the nexus a while--in search of someone, actually.
Three guesses who.