Essek had found himself deep in several spell theories, had three books spread out while he wrote diagrams and notes in his own manifested spellbook. The firelight was low, the candles pooling wax, and Essek was so engrossed, he barely noticed the dimness or the sound of someone entering. Only when the bottle and glasses came down did he look up, purple eyes inquisitive, before back to the words at hand.
“I think either Beau or Nott might be better suited to games involving that.” He nodded to the bottle, before turning a page.
“I fear I would not make good company at the moment.” The smile on his lips was trained, careful; it was the same one he had used often in court and when he first had met the Nein.
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Essek had found himself deep in several spell theories, had three books spread out while he wrote diagrams and notes in his own manifested spellbook. The firelight was low, the candles pooling wax, and Essek was so engrossed, he barely noticed the dimness or the sound of someone entering. Only when the bottle and glasses came down did he look up, purple eyes inquisitive, before back to the words at hand.
“I think either Beau or Nott might be better suited to games involving that.” He nodded to the bottle, before turning a page.
“I fear I would not make good company at the moment.” The smile on his lips was trained, careful; it was the same one he had used often in court and when he first had met the Nein.