The long-suffering Byzantine whore Sagramore is currently stretched out carelessly across a chair on the Mansion's front porch, his eyes closed and his face turned to the sun. Of course it's a lie; of course he doesn't let down his guard, not so obviously as this, not when he's still got Mordred's death too clear in his memory.

But he looks casual ( Read more... )

Sagramore is of the opinion that he has been incredibly stupid ( Read more... )