1st Lie ❧ [VIDEO]
[There is no confused fumbling of the Forge or unexpected video capture of the man on the other side. Rather, this newcomer looks suspiciously relaxed, seated upright in an apartment chair, a map folded carefully upon his lap. In an ashtray nearby, a snuffed cigarette still smokes. Dressed in a long, black coat, the gaunt middle-aged man looks directly at the Forge, his clear blue eyes dark and unreadable.]
I understand this device is some brand of telephone. A rather decadent prison it is here, I admit. "Anatole," you call it?
[A gentle smile.]
Not quite what I was expecting from Death.
[He adjusts himself to a more comfortable position, crossing one leg over the other, his wrists balanced casually over the head of his thin black cane.]
I suppose I must make due however I can until my brother arrives. Lucas should not be far behind.
In the meantime, I'd like to know how one could go about acquiring a bottle of wine and some paper.
I understand this device is some brand of telephone. A rather decadent prison it is here, I admit. "Anatole," you call it?
[A gentle smile.]
Not quite what I was expecting from Death.
[He adjusts himself to a more comfortable position, crossing one leg over the other, his wrists balanced casually over the head of his thin black cane.]
I suppose I must make due however I can until my brother arrives. Lucas should not be far behind.
In the meantime, I'd like to know how one could go about acquiring a bottle of wine and some paper.