Grim Views

** Stuck into the wood of Cen's temporary lodgings is a drawing with a note on the back **

The Cen,

I must admit I was concerned to see a smoldering package delivered to my garrison. However, upon inspection I was...surprised and awed. The use of such a blade, as I am sure you have already thought on, would be useful to cauterize a wound so the wielder could take more time with their work. I will be picking up the practice of swords once again, thanks to you - provided I can figure out a way to properly keep such a weapon without burning down my garrison.

I am glad you are back. Friend.

Meandering through the Grim halls, her nose in Story Time, the Cen pauses... something is different, something wonderful. Turning, she witnesses Drinn's gift pinned in the spot where her staff so often rests, where her pilgrimages are testified by a slight groove worn in the wood.

"...oh..." As tender as were she embracing a child, she plucks the card from the wall. "...oh, my... ...how clever she is..."

So still, so silent: the Cen is grinning, the Cen is weeping.



(( Drinn... I lack for words for everything you captured with this... I am so moved. Thank you. ))

((It's awesome when just five minutes of rp comes together and awesomeness happens. Thank you for inspiration!))