No, that's unnecessary; there's nothing out there.
[There's... clouds. If Paul is passionate about clouds. But the great and vast and honestly a little overwhelming expanse of sky and light is nothing compared to the dark and dusty quarters of the Sixth. Palamedes thinks so, anyway. Call it nostalgia; there was a brief enough time when Canaan House was full of intrigue and potential, and the competition was fierce but relatively friendly (and frankly, an accessory to the real challenge, because nobody was going to best him at necromancy).
He makes one more survey of Paul's joints before releasing his hand; he'll remember. He just needs to bring some appropriate tools and it will work out.
Well, as he gestures for Paul to follow, since they are heading Up to the Sixth's weird little hidey hole, another thought:]
It's going to be uncomfortable at best to get those out — you know that, but fair warning anyway: it's going to hurt like hell. Even for a... What do they call someone with your training? I doubt it's "sister."
[He did say Sisterhood, but Palamedes has the sense that Paul is something of a unique case. A lot of unique cases have wandered into his daily life in the past yearish, so...
But during: up to the Sixth rooms, which are as dark and dusty as he'd left them last. Every surface covered in flimsy and Palamedes' tight handwriting, stuffy and dim from the covered windows, ah — delightful. He is ready wondering just how accurate a recreation this is, hmm...]
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[There's... clouds. If Paul is passionate about clouds. But the great and vast and honestly a little overwhelming expanse of sky and light is nothing compared to the dark and dusty quarters of the Sixth. Palamedes thinks so, anyway. Call it nostalgia; there was a brief enough time when Canaan House was full of intrigue and potential, and the competition was fierce but relatively friendly (and frankly, an accessory to the real challenge, because nobody was going to best him at necromancy).
He makes one more survey of Paul's joints before releasing his hand; he'll remember. He just needs to bring some appropriate tools and it will work out.
Well, as he gestures for Paul to follow, since they are heading Up to the Sixth's weird little hidey hole, another thought:]
It's going to be uncomfortable at best to get those out — you know that, but fair warning anyway: it's going to hurt like hell. Even for a... What do they call someone with your training? I doubt it's "sister."
[He did say Sisterhood, but Palamedes has the sense that Paul is something of a unique case. A lot of unique cases have wandered into his daily life in the past yearish, so...
But during: up to the Sixth rooms, which are as dark and dusty as he'd left them last. Every surface covered in flimsy and Palamedes' tight handwriting, stuffy and dim from the covered windows, ah — delightful. He is ready wondering just how accurate a recreation this is, hmm...]