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Who: Andromache & Cain
Where: Hallways
When: January 21st, 11 PM.
What: Another meeting.
Tonight was not about stealth and killing, tonight was about searching the castle and learning about what doors lead where. She'd just searched a couple of levels of the palace when she decided that she'd get some sleep, or try to at the very least. Insomnia was something that unfortunately plagued her every night and she was lucky to get three hours of sleep. Part of the reason that she was always so crabby, when she did speak, that was.
People were uncomfortable around her because she didn't find comfort in babbling on, she liked the silence because it gave her room to think and process. Most people hated silence. It was a beautiful and deadly thing. All of her jobs were done in as much silence as possible, and as quickly as possible as well. Her eyes followed a guard as he patrolled down the hallway, his eyes having once met hers and he continued to walk, fully aware that Cain had already been informed of the fact that someone was in the palace. As she rounded the corner her eyes raised upwards in time to see that there was a man she'd almost run into.
Blue eyes, blond hair. This must be Jeb's father. Wyatt Cain, head of security.
About time to meet him.
Where: Hallways
When: January 21st, 11 PM.
What: Another meeting.
Tonight was not about stealth and killing, tonight was about searching the castle and learning about what doors lead where. She'd just searched a couple of levels of the palace when she decided that she'd get some sleep, or try to at the very least. Insomnia was something that unfortunately plagued her every night and she was lucky to get three hours of sleep. Part of the reason that she was always so crabby, when she did speak, that was.
People were uncomfortable around her because she didn't find comfort in babbling on, she liked the silence because it gave her room to think and process. Most people hated silence. It was a beautiful and deadly thing. All of her jobs were done in as much silence as possible, and as quickly as possible as well. Her eyes followed a guard as he patrolled down the hallway, his eyes having once met hers and he continued to walk, fully aware that Cain had already been informed of the fact that someone was in the palace. As she rounded the corner her eyes raised upwards in time to see that there was a man she'd almost run into.
Blue eyes, blond hair. This must be Jeb's father. Wyatt Cain, head of security.
About time to meet him.