{For Niko Leandros} Before the fire to pass peaceful, Contented days

[blackjewelmale]

It's a cold winter night, a wind whistling outside the windows and moaning in the chimney, not hard enough to blow the smoke back down, thankfully

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[ninja_niko]

It's one of those quiet nights, for those who keep watch, like Niko does, faithfully, ever since he said he would.

He performs his rounds dutifully, wandering the halls quietly, looking out every window, making sure nothing creeps in, no red eyes glint in the darkness.

Too calm, too calm.

It bothers him.

And so he might come across Saetan, and will say a quiet greeting, announcing his presence.

“My lord.”

[blackjewelmale]

Likely Saetan has seen the poster for the Shadow Angels: he's amused by the name, but the notion sounds laudable. He looks up, smiling to the young landen. "Niko: how goes it with you this winter night?" he asks, wishing he had brought along a bottle of common wine for any folk who might approach.

[ninja_niko]

Niko would not drink wine, and so there is no regret to be had. He remains standing, because he is, after all, on duty, and says, “As well as it goes on watch duty.”

He rolls his shoulder, sighs.

“The hours are slow-going.”

To say the least. He's bored out of his mind.

[blackjewelmale]

"Perhaps, from time to time, I could walk with you, help you to pass the time? My old legs might not be what they were, but I still have the fire within me," he says. "Keeping watch can be the most soul-gutting task, unless one has company to pass the hours."

Also, it would help him to get a read on the house itself, the better to calculate anchor points for the Web he will be crafting, as he promised Galadriel.