01-30-2018, 08:58 AM
He had good contacts with the museum, and they expected him to be presented a certain way; thus today the Soren on show was the very model of the dealer who made a successful living trading in trinkets and antiquities. His suit was made of sharp and expensive lines, betraying little hint of the restless wanderer clothed inside. Only the amulet spoke of that, and it was tucked hidden against his chest.
He moved leisurely through the exhibits but did not much pause to look at things he had perused a thousand times before. Instead he watched the milling patrons, a nod or a smile offered in appeasement to those who glanced back. Most people didn't notice the odd eye, or if they did they were too polite to stare with enough scrutiny to satisfy their curiosity. Paragon did impressive work, though the transition had not been without its drawbacks. He was learning to live with the side-effects. A faint tracery of pale scarring still webbed the area, the only tell of an injury that otherwise appeared long since healed, despite only short months having passed. The asthetic did not concern him, but the pain did
He paused, observing a boy and girl near the gaudy modelling of a kraken. She was engrossed. He was not.
That the creature he had come to see looked to have been dredged up from the stormy depths did not appear to phase him as he approached. His hands rested in his pockets, casual in spite of his smart attire, and his smile was affable. "Mr Donovan, who I shall not be able to miss, I presume."
Given the context of their surroundings, Soren made an educated guess as to the subject. He'd been asked about Roopkund before, of course. Declan's name honoured the discovery, but Soren never denied he had been there too. Though looking at the kid, with his long draping hair and dark smudged eyes, did little to inspire confidence that this would be an endeavour worth his time. The odds were this was just another fantasist, but curiosity never did Soren any harm. Or if it did, the sacrifice was generally worth it.
He moved leisurely through the exhibits but did not much pause to look at things he had perused a thousand times before. Instead he watched the milling patrons, a nod or a smile offered in appeasement to those who glanced back. Most people didn't notice the odd eye, or if they did they were too polite to stare with enough scrutiny to satisfy their curiosity. Paragon did impressive work, though the transition had not been without its drawbacks. He was learning to live with the side-effects. A faint tracery of pale scarring still webbed the area, the only tell of an injury that otherwise appeared long since healed, despite only short months having passed. The asthetic did not concern him, but the pain did
He paused, observing a boy and girl near the gaudy modelling of a kraken. She was engrossed. He was not.
That the creature he had come to see looked to have been dredged up from the stormy depths did not appear to phase him as he approached. His hands rested in his pockets, casual in spite of his smart attire, and his smile was affable. "Mr Donovan, who I shall not be able to miss, I presume."
Given the context of their surroundings, Soren made an educated guess as to the subject. He'd been asked about Roopkund before, of course. Declan's name honoured the discovery, but Soren never denied he had been there too. Though looking at the kid, with his long draping hair and dark smudged eyes, did little to inspire confidence that this would be an endeavour worth his time. The odds were this was just another fantasist, but curiosity never did Soren any harm. Or if it did, the sacrifice was generally worth it.
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