[ nightingale is still finding his footing with regard to the royal guard and his assignment in the red light district - a place that is not entirely without effect on him. not by any stretch of the imagination. still, he's comported himself in a way befitting his new station, he thinks.
right now, dressed as is customarily for the guard in all black - in his case: a well-tailored black suit, including a black dress shirt and shined black leather shoes - and his cane/staff under one arm, he's walking back to the guard offices to give his report, to make sure he hasn't missed any intel while out.
it's been a long day. tiring, too, to resist the urges the red light distract has inspired. when he spots a familiar face, he thinks at first it may be some illusion. but no, that is most decidedly byerly. ]
I'm surprised to see you here. [ nightingale says, head inclining in greeting. it's a more polite "what are you doing here?". ]
∆ BYERLY
right now, dressed as is customarily for the guard in all black - in his case: a well-tailored black suit, including a black dress shirt and shined black leather shoes - and his cane/staff under one arm, he's walking back to the guard offices to give his report, to make sure he hasn't missed any intel while out.
it's been a long day. tiring, too, to resist the urges the red light distract has inspired. when he spots a familiar face, he thinks at first it may be some illusion. but no, that is most decidedly byerly. ]
I'm surprised to see you here. [ nightingale says, head inclining in greeting. it's a more polite "what are you doing here?". ]