[ An appraising hum, without the sharp wit necessary to really indicate that there's some deep thinking going on. Mikazuki reaches into his pocket for a piece of dried fruit and pops it into his mouth. ]
— familiar, somehow.
[ Like Teiwaz's trade hubs, though the businesses had seemed more legitimate than this place of secrets and smoke. Then again, maybe that's all he had been allowed or cared to see, from his spot back home.
Either way, despite the atmosphere, he doesn't seem ill at ease. ]
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— familiar, somehow.
[ Like Teiwaz's trade hubs, though the businesses had seemed more legitimate than this place of secrets and smoke. Then again, maybe that's all he had been allowed or cared to see, from his spot back home.
Either way, despite the atmosphere, he doesn't seem ill at ease. ]