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[fallofasparr0w]

Ankhenaten,
If and when you have a moment, I would appreciate using you as a sounding board for a few ideas and in return I'll gladly compensate you with a meal of your choice.
~ Doul

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[ankhenaten]

My Dear Mercenary,
Of course. I am still at the Castle of Dramatic Entrances, however I can make time, certainly.
- A.

[fallofasparr0w]

Wonderful. Meet me at the Bookseller's Market? I'll be by the sculpture of the crystalline boar.

Assuming that they've also worked out some sort of timing to go along with this, Doul will be sitting by that statue reading a book.

[ankhenaten]

Assumptions help to speed things along, so after a spell, there he is - black thaub and shawl - looking tired but otherwise pleasant.

[fallofasparr0w]

Wonderful, they can both look tired together. Doul hasn't been over exerting himself, rather he's just not been sleeping well.

"Hello," he says, considerably quieter than even he's accustomed to, and tucks away his book. "How are you and the Princess?"

[ankhenaten]

"Hello," he greets in return, nodding. Why with the sad icon. WHY. "The Princess is as ever - certainly beyond my realm, but well enough for me to slip away. She is much stronger than people realize." He does not touch the subject of himself, but it's probably because he's just worried over the entire ordeal. "You look a bit more roughshod than usual, you know."

[fallofasparr0w]

"A little, but I'm well enough to slip away from the Brucolac for a meal. Where would you like go?" While not particularly hungry, Doul suspects that he'll appreciate the distraction of a meal.

[ankhenaten]

"Oh, whatever's closest." He waves a hand, easy, and begins to walk along, following is nose (quite literally) to find them someplace to dine. "Is he fussing?"

[fallofasparr0w]

"No, he's being very reasonable and a good leader. Soon, he'll have his sweet ship with her decks washed clean and his riding back. Maybe not all of it, but enough to live on." Notice how all that has to do with what the Brucolac will do and nothing about what Doul is planning for himself.

[ankhenaten]

"And you're along for the ride?" Well, if you're going to open the door like that.

[fallofasparr0w]

"While I love my world, I have no allegiance to Armada and have few favourable memories of my time there," he says with a faint, wry smile, "You might be surprised by this, but the Brucolac and I did not often have the chance to speak back then."

[ankhenaten]

"Goodness, you mean your breathtaking ability to commune with such affection and peace just sprang up naturally?" ... And yes, that is accompanied by a sardonic look over his shoulder. In other words: Duh, Doul.

Ankhenaten pulls open the door to whatever spot they've found. "Then what shall you be up to, if not that?"

[fallofasparr0w]

"Fully formed, from the sea." Let's assume it's something Central American. Doul's typist has had a deep and profound craving for enchiladas that has not been satisfied and that's a tragedy.

"That's what I'm trying to work out."

[ankhenaten]

"Don't look so morose," he says, sitting down at a table in this completely Central American establishment. "You'll depress me. What is it? Or shall I get you drunk first?"

[fallofasparr0w]

"I don't do drunk well. I end up singing and it's all downhill from there." What he does do well is steal nachos and fresh salsa. Yum. "I'm not...no, it's not true that I don't know what I'm going to do; I do know, but I don't know how to tell the Brucolac without shorting my lifespan by a considerable amount."

[ankhenaten]

"I bet you have a lovely singing voice." Ankhenaten is actually very hungry, and will probably order something with a lot of dead animals in it. Metabolism of a seventy foot snake, and all (not that Doul would know that part quite yet, unless everyone's favorite vampire in question let it slip).

"I still don't believe that he'd kill you, Uther. What's going on?"

[fallofasparr0w]

"I've been told that I do, but all I know how to sing are truly filthy songs and I wouldn't dream of upsetting the locals." Think the Bas-Lag equivalent of 'The Good Ship Venus'.

"I don't think I'm going to stay on Armada for very long. Once Dry Fall is stable, then I'm going leave."