[Oh, a softie, huh— which is disingenuous at best, Palamedes knows, it's not like any of them want to be desensitized to violence, but from the people involved in this conversation alone: a necromancer, a cavalier, and someone from the undercity do have that particular, ah, advantage over a guy whose face is on mugs. Palamedes hums, deciding that if Jayce does turn up, they will simply take turns covering his eyes from the worst Trench things. Easy.]

Salient point. [And this mug, wow...] Would it need my face on it if it had a skull already?

[Would his face simply not get in the way. He knows nothing about design.]

The notebook idea is very you; maybe a series of ink smudges, for emphasis.