[ Perhaps if Redvers had not shown, retaliation (of some kind) would have been all the more pointed for the simple insult of a slightly slanted tone. But here he is.
Marcus is at the window, abandoning paperwork to some amount of restlessness and skywatching. There are two desks. One of them belongs to Darras, who does not use his desk, so it has become a resting place for sundry items. The other belongs to Marcus, kept neat and spartan save for the ashtray he hasn't gotten around to emptying. ]
Two years ago, [ he says, instead of, like, a greeting, moving to sit ] a man arrived here in the Gallows, claiming that he'd been in contact with our leadership, that we'd promised him and his family assistance. He'd been driven to desperation and to anger, compelled to come here and have us answer for our abandonment.
He died. He was possessed and transformed. Put down, before what was left of him could do more harm than caving in the wall of the dining hall.
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Marcus is at the window, abandoning paperwork to some amount of restlessness and skywatching. There are two desks. One of them belongs to Darras, who does not use his desk, so it has become a resting place for sundry items. The other belongs to Marcus, kept neat and spartan save for the ashtray he hasn't gotten around to emptying. ]
Two years ago, [ he says, instead of, like, a greeting, moving to sit ] a man arrived here in the Gallows, claiming that he'd been in contact with our leadership, that we'd promised him and his family assistance. He'd been driven to desperation and to anger, compelled to come here and have us answer for our abandonment.
He died. He was possessed and transformed. Put down, before what was left of him could do more harm than caving in the wall of the dining hall.