Darkest dungeon bounty hunter4/3/2023 “Don’t get enough rest to feel rusty,” said Reynauld. Listen,” he said, turning quickly, “would you like to come to the Guild with me?” “Tried to talk to them, but you know they’re-” Reynauld started to walk past them, but stopped. That is, ah… naturally." He attempted to hide his balled fists. "Oh." Reynauld set his jaw in something that was clearly trying not to be a scowl. By the time they got to Vatteville they'd be bloody personable. Against the Fanatic." It really was easier with practice. "You are very welcome," the knight all-but-recited. If he wanted short, he could have it, Osmond thought, barely holding back a scoff. Osmond turned adeptly to place themself in front of him. But Reynauld was walking, and that put a countdown on the matter. Osmond hadn't plotted out a conversation this far ahead. This was a kind of routine between them.Īh. "Good run?" they asked, and sidestepped Reynauld’s fist. Perfect timing, Osmond thought, noting the weariness in his steps as they came up beside him. He was freshly clothed, but still smelled of Warrens muck. They managed to corner Reynauld outside the Barracks. He liked to wall himself up to pray just about as soon as he got back from a venture, but if Osmond approached him too soon, he'd be too shell-shocked to tolerate a conversation. Getting to Reynauld before he could scarper off to the Abbey was a matter of precision and utmost importance. Osmond couldn't stand the transept everything about it was wrong: all of the angles, the lighting, the negative space in the stained glass.
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