[ It turns out that when a spy wants to be found, they're almost embarrassingly easy to find. Then again, the Hanged Man is the obvious place to find anyone. One or two obvious inquiries have the current barkeep handing off a key to a small house in a middling area of Kirkwall, but the door opens before Marcoulf gets a chance to use it. ]
You made good time.
[ There's a brief pause as he thinks, apparently debating something — then Caspar swings the door wide and steps aside, giving a short nod towards the fireplace inside. It's a modest building and a modest room, but it's warm and dry, and there are a pair of chairs near a small table littered with food and drink. That's all: there are no papers, no books, nothing important. It's hardly empty, but it'd be a stretch to say it feels lived in, and it's certainly no base of operations. Caspar looks about as unassuming as the rest of it, simply and cleanly dressed, idly nursing a drink in one hand. ]
You weren't under that weather the entire way, I hope.
[ He's assuming he was. It's small talk, personable, like Marcoulf isn't simply here to hand off a letter and vanish into the stormy night. ]
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You made good time.
[ There's a brief pause as he thinks, apparently debating something — then Caspar swings the door wide and steps aside, giving a short nod towards the fireplace inside. It's a modest building and a modest room, but it's warm and dry, and there are a pair of chairs near a small table littered with food and drink. That's all: there are no papers, no books, nothing important. It's hardly empty, but it'd be a stretch to say it feels lived in, and it's certainly no base of operations. Caspar looks about as unassuming as the rest of it, simply and cleanly dressed, idly nursing a drink in one hand. ]
You weren't under that weather the entire way, I hope.
[ He's assuming he was. It's small talk, personable, like Marcoulf isn't simply here to hand off a letter and vanish into the stormy night. ]