Elidibus has spent a decent amount of his time in the intervening weeks cleaning and repairing the rooms he intends to inhabit. A good dusting and cleaning of the second-floor rooms and then a focus on what's most needed when it comes to repairing stairs, floors, walls, and ceiling. A place to sleep and a workspace. Perhaps signs that he'll eventually take over the whole second floor but... there are other matters to take care of first.
Mid-Ieneuer had seen a little less of the Emissary. On top of his normal studies of magic and combat and the world of Talam, he'd been drawn to observing the matter of the Circle and kidnappings to gain a pulse on the darker undercurrent of Aefenglom's flow. And to put more of his 'Ardbert' identity in peoples' minds perhaps. For instance, one day he'd come back with bottles of alcohol and stored them in the chest. Which was closed only after being thoroughly sure the Cherry Bomb was nowhere in attendance. His error earlier this month will not quickly be forgotten.
So the matter of whether he would be here today at the start of the full moon, had been in question. Indeed, whether the first full moon since their Bond and his arrival was a wise time to visit may have been examined carefully. But the benefits and, dare he say it 'desire', to attend had finally made the choice a simple matter. The solid thud of boots on less squeaky stairs and the scent- perhaps the Bond strengthens a touch with proximity- and it's certainly the Emissary.
Another hint is that those footsteps would have been heard going upstairs first, though, to change. What he comes down with is not robes and mask, but the sleeveless brown turtleneck, pants, and footwear. This much shouldn't be surprising if one were to consider he planned to spend considerable time in the basement. He'd brought with him a satchel too which, though mostly in containers, there are some scents of food escaping from it. Elidibus had not come empty-handed.
"I apologize. I meant to arrive before sunset but matters kept me." In all honesty, given what he's heard he's not sure how Lahabrea will look or act. So he's slow to descend and looking toward the cage even before he's fully in view. This being the best decision does not mean due caution isn't in order. "Have you kept your wits about you thus far, Lahabrea?"
Yes, give them. POSTS FOR THE POST GOD--- I mean BOX.
Mid-Ieneuer had seen a little less of the Emissary. On top of his normal studies of magic and combat and the world of Talam, he'd been drawn to observing the matter of the Circle and kidnappings to gain a pulse on the darker undercurrent of Aefenglom's flow. And to put more of his 'Ardbert' identity in peoples' minds perhaps. For instance, one day he'd come back with bottles of alcohol and stored them in the chest. Which was closed only after being thoroughly sure the Cherry Bomb was nowhere in attendance. His error earlier this month will not quickly be forgotten.
So the matter of whether he would be here today at the start of the full moon, had been in question. Indeed, whether the first full moon since their Bond and his arrival was a wise time to visit may have been examined carefully. But the benefits and, dare he say it 'desire', to attend had finally made the choice a simple matter. The solid thud of boots on less squeaky stairs and the scent- perhaps the Bond strengthens a touch with proximity- and it's certainly the Emissary.
Another hint is that those footsteps would have been heard going upstairs first, though, to change. What he comes down with is not robes and mask, but the sleeveless brown turtleneck, pants, and footwear. This much shouldn't be surprising if one were to consider he planned to spend considerable time in the basement. He'd brought with him a satchel too which, though mostly in containers, there are some scents of food escaping from it. Elidibus had not come empty-handed.
"I apologize. I meant to arrive before sunset but matters kept me." In all honesty, given what he's heard he's not sure how Lahabrea will look or act. So he's slow to descend and looking toward the cage even before he's fully in view. This being the best decision does not mean due caution isn't in order. "Have you kept your wits about you thus far, Lahabrea?"