[ He... doesn't really want or need it back... but accepts anyway with a straight face.
(And, that's good enough by Akira.) ]
Now we're talking. Sit tight.
[ He'll need a solid twenty minutes to hoof it to the Nobles' District (and Institute) and back. Fortunately the building is open even in the later hours, so he doesn't have to break in. (He leaves the new refugee with his network contact—even if it'll be hard to do anything for him from halfway across the city—and slips into the darkness to go about his business.)
The next stretch of time is occupied with the following: finding the appropriate clothes (he lifts what he can and shells out silver for the rest), borrowing a few spare instruments from the labs that nobody would miss, and grabbing a handful of his own work notes from the plant nursery before he hightails it back to the forest.
...Hopefully Ozymandias is still there, and isn't too cross if he's running a few minutes late. (It's significantly harder sneaking over the wall with a giant bundle of props, without breaking anything.) ]
Here.
[ Akira fills him in on the details as he changes (don't worry he's looking the other way). [INSERT FAKE NAME] is a skilled potions-maker who had been stationed at the Southern Outpost since the winter gala, working with other Olympian botanists to derive magical concoctions from the local flora. (Akira is, of course, his official contact and assistant at the main Institute, and he hands him carefully-padded bag of various bottles and vials when he's finished dressing.) ]
sorry for length, no need to match!!
(And, that's good enough by Akira.) ]
Now we're talking. Sit tight.
[ He'll need a solid twenty minutes to hoof it to the Nobles' District (and Institute) and back. Fortunately the building is open even in the later hours, so he doesn't have to break in. (He leaves the new refugee with his network contact—even if it'll be hard to do anything for him from halfway across the city—and slips into the darkness to go about his business.)
The next stretch of time is occupied with the following: finding the appropriate clothes (he lifts what he can and shells out silver for the rest), borrowing a few spare instruments from the labs that nobody would miss, and grabbing a handful of his own work notes from the plant nursery before he hightails it back to the forest.
...Hopefully Ozymandias is still there, and isn't too cross if he's running a few minutes late. (It's significantly harder sneaking over the wall with a giant bundle of props, without breaking anything.) ]
Here.
[ Akira fills him in on the details as he changes (don't worry he's looking the other way). [INSERT FAKE NAME] is a skilled potions-maker who had been stationed at the Southern Outpost since the winter gala, working with other Olympian botanists to derive magical concoctions from the local flora. (Akira is, of course, his official contact and assistant at the main Institute, and he hands him carefully-padded bag of various bottles and vials when he's finished dressing.) ]
...Any questions?