"Like to hear your definition of the phrase 'common good'," Gabe muttered. "On second hand, no, I don't, 'cos I already know what kinda shit you'll spew. Been there, done that." He waved his hand dismissively as he turned a corner, leaving him, for just a moment, out of Sanguine's view.
That moment was all Gabe needed. He laid a hand on the wall and while he didn't infuse himself into it, he let his senses soar along the corridors until he found a stairwell. Then, quietly, he dropped his hand and straightened as Sanguine came around the corner, as if he'd taken a moment to rest.
"Only to the people bein' controlled by it," he said, and set off down the passage toward the stairs. This was a big place. At his pace, it was still going to take a while to get there--and that was assuming he didn't get interrupted by anything else.
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At least the priest wasn't going to faint. Solomon was grateful for that. Quietly the sorcerer finished his tea and cake, and by the time he did he felt a little better. Sleepy and exhausted and wrung-out, but better--less like his insides were trying to crawl out of him.
He set his utensils on the tray but opted not to do the washing up himself. One, he needed to get going. Two, he suspected Father O'Reilly could use something to do with his hands. Instead the sorcerer rose. "I need to hurry." He inclined his head, even as he reached for a pen and paper that had been left lying on the counter to use as notepaper for the cleaners. "Thank you for your hospitality, Father O'Reilly. As I said, my phone isn't available to me at the moment, but if you need help, here is the number of my ... former ... student. Her name is Valkyrie Cain. She would be able to get hold of Pleasant for you."
Solomon tore the paper off, folded it, and set it down on the table in front of O'Reilly. For a moment he hesitated, but what was he meant to say. Finally he only nodded again. "Good day."
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That moment was all Gabe needed. He laid a hand on the wall and while he didn't infuse himself into it, he let his senses soar along the corridors until he found a stairwell. Then, quietly, he dropped his hand and straightened as Sanguine came around the corner, as if he'd taken a moment to rest.
"Only to the people bein' controlled by it," he said, and set off down the passage toward the stairs. This was a big place. At his pace, it was still going to take a while to get there--and that was assuming he didn't get interrupted by anything else.
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At least the priest wasn't going to faint. Solomon was grateful for that. Quietly the sorcerer finished his tea and cake, and by the time he did he felt a little better. Sleepy and exhausted and wrung-out, but better--less like his insides were trying to crawl out of him.
He set his utensils on the tray but opted not to do the washing up himself. One, he needed to get going. Two, he suspected Father O'Reilly could use something to do with his hands. Instead the sorcerer rose. "I need to hurry." He inclined his head, even as he reached for a pen and paper that had been left lying on the counter to use as notepaper for the cleaners. "Thank you for your hospitality, Father O'Reilly. As I said, my phone isn't available to me at the moment, but if you need help, here is the number of my ... former ... student. Her name is Valkyrie Cain. She would be able to get hold of Pleasant for you."
Solomon tore the paper off, folded it, and set it down on the table in front of O'Reilly. For a moment he hesitated, but what was he meant to say. Finally he only nodded again. "Good day."