65 Vhalar 719
Llyr sat the desk. He had thought that maybe Marshal Webb would stick around to listen to him some... and Llyr could get an approximation of how much time alone he could get out of the guy... but it proved to be none at all. It'd been a quick thing, and when the other man had mentioned he was scared of artifacts, he hadn't been kidding! Llyr found himself mostly alone, save for a random assistant who'd been set by the door to witness and watch.
That would be a problem.
He glanced at the soldier a few times, but the other man seemed completely unwilling to talk or socialize. Llyr didn't want to talk with him, but that made no room to convince the soldier to leave.
Llyr returned his attention to the item and he sighed. He lifted one of the journals from his satchel, flipped through the notes he'd taken from talking with Doran, and then he got up. He walked around the desk in consideration of the artifact. It didn't look dangerous... well, other than it clearly was meant as an intimidating piece of armor. But there were no deadly spikes or blades on it.
Still, precaution was of the utmost importance. It was why he had two layers of gloves on, but even those wouldn't help necessarily. He set the journal to the side and glanced at the assistant... really, the man was more of a guard. Maybe to make sure Llyr didn't abscond with the artifact? Maybe to relay whatever happened to the Marshall? Llyr didn't enjoy the quiet observation from the man. It distracted him slightly too much, especially since he couldn't partake in Ambrosia to help his focus...
That would be a problem.
He glanced at the soldier a few times, but the other man seemed completely unwilling to talk or socialize. Llyr didn't want to talk with him, but that made no room to convince the soldier to leave.
Llyr returned his attention to the item and he sighed. He lifted one of the journals from his satchel, flipped through the notes he'd taken from talking with Doran, and then he got up. He walked around the desk in consideration of the artifact. It didn't look dangerous... well, other than it clearly was meant as an intimidating piece of armor. But there were no deadly spikes or blades on it.
Still, precaution was of the utmost importance. It was why he had two layers of gloves on, but even those wouldn't help necessarily. He set the journal to the side and glanced at the assistant... really, the man was more of a guard. Maybe to make sure Llyr didn't abscond with the artifact? Maybe to relay whatever happened to the Marshall? Llyr didn't enjoy the quiet observation from the man. It distracted him slightly too much, especially since he couldn't partake in Ambrosia to help his focus...