Mixed Muses

Trism sauntered up, fresh from the showers, and tapped his knuckles on Liir's door.

"You ready, boy-o?"

There's a well-dressed, cultured-looking man standing by the window. He has a cup of tea in his hand (and more in the pot on the table beside him), and is looking out, the expression on his face perhaps just a touch to satisfied, but very pleasant nonetheless.

((ooc: obligatory newschool s3 spoiler warning here, just in case.))