[ there are always enough people willing to help in exsilium that marduk has felt entire comfortable doing nothing at all. instead, he's taken to wandering the streets, drawing a map of the city as he goes. it's not like there won't be any record of the city after it's gone, not with the tablets the way they are. probably. he's pretty sure about that, at least, but it's always nice to have records of your own.
the hardest part has been keeping the book dry. even though there's not much rain, after enough hours all paper gets wet enough to tear. the best solution he's come up with is himself, of course. bending over with the hood of his cloak does a passable job of imitating an umbrella... at the expense of being able to see anything else. marduk's vision is focused enough on the ground he almost walks right past vanadi, until something in his mind clicks that there was probably something important that he just missed.
he turns back, straightening up a bit but still holding the book close to his chest. ] Oh, hey. It's been... a while? [ he tilts his head. that sounds right, anyway. ] What are you even doing out here?
what's going on, i felt kind of bad for him there
the hardest part has been keeping the book dry. even though there's not much rain, after enough hours all paper gets wet enough to tear. the best solution he's come up with is himself, of course. bending over with the hood of his cloak does a passable job of imitating an umbrella... at the expense of being able to see anything else. marduk's vision is focused enough on the ground he almost walks right past vanadi, until something in his mind clicks that there was probably something important that he just missed.
he turns back, straightening up a bit but still holding the book close to his chest. ] Oh, hey. It's been... a while? [ he tilts his head. that sounds right, anyway. ] What are you even doing out here?