"Given that your work resembles nothing so much as it does the scrawlings of a madman, I suspect that whatever secrets it holds are quite safe, even in the open," he said dryly. "Still, tis good to know you haven't actually taken leave of your senses."
He glanced around and spotted what looked like a neatly folded blanket on the battered chaise. Not big enough to cover all of it, but if all of this was necessary for... whatever Ian needed it for, then hiding at least part of it was better than nothing. He retrieved the blanket and unfurled it, only to see that it bore the image of... was that some sort of knight? They had a sword, in any case, but it was difficult to tell because of the grim message superimposed over the image. "'You died?'", he read aloud, evidently puzzled. "What is this meant to be, a burial shroud?"
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Date: 2025-05-10 07:39 am (UTC)From:He glanced around and spotted what looked like a neatly folded blanket on the battered chaise. Not big enough to cover all of it, but if all of this was necessary for... whatever Ian needed it for, then hiding at least part of it was better than nothing. He retrieved the blanket and unfurled it, only to see that it bore the image of... was that some sort of knight? They had a sword, in any case, but it was difficult to tell because of the grim message superimposed over the image. "'You died?'", he read aloud, evidently puzzled. "What is this meant to be, a burial shroud?"