[In the tired, drawn lines of his face, some quiet shift occurs. It isn't a narrowing and there is no heat. It's the quiet application of focus, a measuring and weighing of something invisible.
(The door is open. It promises to be a long morning. It's the ghost of a satisfactory answer.)]
Then see to it.
[He nods to indicate those folded away papers.]
Return here in the evening to make with whatever you find to make your report. I don't see the point in detailing the thing on paper unless absolutely necessary.
Leander does as he's told—he often does, despite his reputation, finding a measure of comfort in simple duty—and leaves the Gallows with confidence, having decided he will return with a ring. It's the decision that's key, he likes to say, in all things.
Late in the evening, his cloak still radiating the salty chill of sea air, he places that ring on the desk with hardly a sound. There's a cold brightness about him, a different sort of calm. (And this time, the door is closed behind him.)]
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(The door is open. It promises to be a long morning. It's the ghost of a satisfactory answer.)]
Then see to it.
[He nods to indicate those folded away papers.]
Return here in the evening to make with whatever you find to make your report. I don't see the point in detailing the thing on paper unless absolutely necessary.
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Leander does as he's told—he often does, despite his reputation, finding a measure of comfort in simple duty—and leaves the Gallows with confidence, having decided he will return with a ring. It's the decision that's key, he likes to say, in all things.
Late in the evening, his cloak still radiating the salty chill of sea air, he places that ring on the desk with hardly a sound. There's a cold brightness about him, a different sort of calm. (And this time, the door is closed behind him.)]
Happy news for our friend.