"I will find you. I'm assuming you won't be too hard to find."
And then he'll be off in the crowd of Givingstide partygoers.
Until another night not too far from now, where a Haruspex seeks out Fever. After he has collected himself, he remembers his promise, and steels his emotions to enter the cemetery and try to find Fever once again.
And he does, garbed in all black as she would. She's beautiful, he thinks to himself, he's sure she did a wonderful job, even if he was too distracted to be able to tell himself.
"How was it?" He asks, trying to be casual. It doesn't work.
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"I will find you. I'm assuming you won't be too hard to find."
And then he'll be off in the crowd of Givingstide partygoers.
Until another night not too far from now, where a Haruspex seeks out Fever. After he has collected himself, he remembers his promise, and steels his emotions to enter the cemetery and try to find Fever once again.
And he does, garbed in all black as she would. She's beautiful, he thinks to himself, he's sure she did a wonderful job, even if he was too distracted to be able to tell himself.
"How was it?" He asks, trying to be casual. It doesn't work.