[OTA] patience is finite
There’s a woman coming up the path from Outside. You’d be hard-pressed to guess in which direction from Outside she came from, not that that anyone has ever bothered to find that out about new arrivals to the Deck. The Deck is for secrets, after all. It tends to be a last resort.
She walks slowly, almost pacing as she takes everything in, apparently knowing her way around quite well. It’s not difficult: the castle she’s headed towards is in plain sight, and any deviations in her straight line can be easily corrected. But then, even removing that castle, she could know every inch of this place, each castle and everything in between.
Well. Not every inch. Things have changed, after all.
[OOC: Asmodai first. Everyone else next, at the embassy or elsewhere. Comments will go {your character}, then Silke, then Asmodai.]
She walks slowly, almost pacing as she takes everything in, apparently knowing her way around quite well. It’s not difficult: the castle she’s headed towards is in plain sight, and any deviations in her straight line can be easily corrected. But then, even removing that castle, she could know every inch of this place, each castle and everything in between.
Well. Not every inch. Things have changed, after all.
[OOC: Asmodai first. Everyone else next, at the embassy or elsewhere. Comments will go {your character}, then Silke, then Asmodai.]