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[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 08/15, evening
Location: WHERE ELSE. bar, western edge of the city
Characters: Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking), Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith)
Summary: Yeah let's talk about small children and your scary sadism and other such completely not awkward topics
Warnings: TBD

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Bariyan was there early, set up at one of the booths lining the far wall. He'd brought his netbook with him but by the time late evening rolled around he was done with it. Now he was sitting back in his seat, feet kicked up on the table -- regardless of the owner's baleful looks -- picking at the new stitches around his throat, nursing the same drink he'd had for the past hour or so.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't allow himself to get completely drunk before this meeting. He had to be sharp on all accounts.

Bariyan suspected that he'd jump straight into heavy drinking the moment this was over, though.

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[stonefaith]

Well, there was the explanation that Bariyan had not explicitly asked for. He took it all in, filed it away, nodded. Did he accept? He would wait and see about that.

"I hope you can keep it that way, then," Bariyan said. Not accusatory, just weary and resigned. He put his hands in his pockets and started to back away, retreating back towards the city.

He stopped where the barrier's edge had once been, one heel off the ground, a mid-step pause.

"Can I believe you?" Bariyan asked. "Can I trust you, Koltira?"

[deadelfwalking]

Light help him, he was tired. He was just so very, utterly exhausted. Anger faded to melancholy on his face; he felt his heart, such as it was, withdraw.

"I cannot tell you what to decide," Koltira replied. "I can give you only the honest truth of myself, and that I have done." A tired ghost of a smile crossed his face as he looked up to the sky, shrugging in defeat. "By the Light, I have done nothing else."

It was unfortunate. He had liked the man, perhaps a little too well. Koltira lifted a hand before he also set out, turning to the forest. He would go to the lake, to the ice and silence. He would stay. "Shorel'aran. Farewell."

[stonefaith]

Bariyan said nothing more, as there was nothing more to be said. He watched Koltira go for a while before he finally turned heel as well. Back to the streets, back to dimmed lights and closed doors and empty rooms. Back to his own brand of solitude. Something that he was almost looking forwards to.

He shook his head, shoved his hands deep into his pockets and set off at an angry, hurried pace. Time to leave and put this behind him.

And -- just as he'd predicted -- he was going to need that drink, now.