[If Trevor's estimation of their location is anything to go by...]
We're not far. A few blocks, I think. Let's walk.
[It seems like a sensible decision, pleasant as the night has turned. Early autumn has ushered in a cooler breeze without the bite that will follow later in the season. Trevor's never particularly minded the cold, but their home is ever-so-slightly more enjoyable with the windows open to the fall breeze.
When they can be open. The manor is wrapped tight in enchantments and protection spells, but for some reason Trevor's never understood, those magicks don't extend to open fucking windows. There's some manner of mystic symbolism surrounding it, he's sure. But with these forged creatures about, Sypha and Adrian have insisted it's safer to keep the house shuttered. At least at night.
Trevor leads their way up the stone staircase and onto the cobbled side street, still stubbornly picking apart the whole window conundrum as the start toward home.]
Do you really think they'd come in the house if we opened a window tonight? That one couldn't even leave the catacombs. Surely...
[It's piss-poor bargaining, even for Trevor. But a man needs a certain amount of fresh air in his life, and Trevor's being woefully deprived his nightly doses.]
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We're not far. A few blocks, I think. Let's walk.
[It seems like a sensible decision, pleasant as the night has turned. Early autumn has ushered in a cooler breeze without the bite that will follow later in the season. Trevor's never particularly minded the cold, but their home is ever-so-slightly more enjoyable with the windows open to the fall breeze.
When they can be open. The manor is wrapped tight in enchantments and protection spells, but for some reason Trevor's never understood, those magicks don't extend to open fucking windows. There's some manner of mystic symbolism surrounding it, he's sure. But with these forged creatures about, Sypha and Adrian have insisted it's safer to keep the house shuttered. At least at night.
Trevor leads their way up the stone staircase and onto the cobbled side street, still stubbornly picking apart the whole window conundrum as the start toward home.]
Do you really think they'd come in the house if we opened a window tonight? That one couldn't even leave the catacombs. Surely...
[It's piss-poor bargaining, even for Trevor. But a man needs a certain amount of fresh air in his life, and Trevor's being woefully deprived his nightly doses.]