Playing mother again are you? [Cough] I'll be there later.
[And he is. Much later. Smoke still hangs over the city, still lingers in his lungs, but he has experienced worse. Crossing Ephes via it's terracotta rooftops is no real difficulty, and he refuses to admit that he's wheezing when he drops into the yard behind the Well-Oiled Jug. He doesn't even need to pick a lock, the unglazed window just requires him to hop through and let himself into Wen Kexing's office.
...And into the man's own chair. Although really, it's more of a collapse than a dignified lowering into the seat.
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Playing mother again are you? [Cough] I'll be there later.
[And he is. Much later. Smoke still hangs over the city, still lingers in his lungs, but he has experienced worse. Crossing Ephes via it's terracotta rooftops is no real difficulty, and he refuses to admit that he's wheezing when he drops into the yard behind the Well-Oiled Jug. He doesn't even need to pick a lock, the unglazed window just requires him to hop through and let himself into Wen Kexing's office.
...And into the man's own chair. Although really, it's more of a collapse than a dignified lowering into the seat.
He's fine, alright?