[ He said it, idly. He moved throughout the room, his hands behind his back, as he stepped, over to a potting wheel, the surface still slick with leftover clay and water. ]
You see, I've watched her for a few days, now. She visits her friend every night, and every night, she comes here, after she's done. I suppose it's inspiring, or some nonsense.
[ A wave of his hand, dismissive. Who would think that an evening liason would be inspiring? Not Silco, obviously. ]
So, she should be along, soon enough. Lucky for you, you'll get credit too, for your...commitment to the cause.
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[ He said it, idly. He moved throughout the room, his hands behind his back, as he stepped, over to a potting wheel, the surface still slick with leftover clay and water. ]
You see, I've watched her for a few days, now. She visits her friend every night, and every night, she comes here, after she's done. I suppose it's inspiring, or some nonsense.
[ A wave of his hand, dismissive. Who would think that an evening liason would be inspiring? Not Silco, obviously. ]
So, she should be along, soon enough. Lucky for you, you'll get credit too, for your...commitment to the cause.