[A short pause in his step. Swift enough to allow the flustered fanatic to nearly slam into him, Maxwell halted at the threshold of his quarters in the back behind the alter. A smooth smile etched his viperous mouth.]
...Helps me to relax.
[Those wintry eyes bid M'quve no refusal as he left him cautiously inside. Within those stone walls was a room nearly baren, save for the bed, make-shift desk, and table in the middle. The kettle was off to the side, nearly always kept lit as much as they could manage with the wood Anderson would supply.]
You must excuse how Medieval things are here. We're in times of tribulation, one might say.
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[A short pause in his step. Swift enough to allow the flustered fanatic to nearly slam into him, Maxwell halted at the threshold of his quarters in the back behind the alter. A smooth smile etched his viperous mouth.]
...Helps me to relax.
[Those wintry eyes bid M'quve no refusal as he left him cautiously inside. Within those stone walls was a room nearly baren, save for the bed, make-shift desk, and table in the middle. The kettle was off to the side, nearly always kept lit as much as they could manage with the wood Anderson would supply.]
You must excuse how Medieval things are here. We're in times of tribulation, one might say.