( And he'll find his friend at the veyr back ot the room, tucked away in a corner so dingy it's positively conspicuous for its potential as a hiding spot. Urianger's hands are laced tightly in his lap as he keeps his attention on the table before him, those pale gold eyes boring hole into the ale-damp, grubby wood.
He hears the door clatter open, and he doesn't need to look up to know who just walked in. He's already beginning to feel foolish for trying to elude his friend: Thancred is perhaps the most exprerienced tracker he knows β it's been one of his main roles as a Scion for a number of years β and Urianger is ...
Tall.
He's tall, and he's dressed in black, and perhaps he shouldn't have run from him after all. )
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( And he'll find his friend at the veyr back ot the room, tucked away in a corner so dingy it's positively conspicuous for its potential as a hiding spot. Urianger's hands are laced tightly in his lap as he keeps his attention on the table before him, those pale gold eyes boring hole into the ale-damp, grubby wood.
He hears the door clatter open, and he doesn't need to look up to know who just walked in. He's already beginning to feel foolish for trying to elude his friend: Thancred is perhaps the most exprerienced tracker he knows β it's been one of his main roles as a Scion for a number of years β and Urianger is ...
Tall.
He's tall, and he's dressed in black, and perhaps he shouldn't have run from him after all. )