[ Cassian makes his way down the long wooded path with a grim expression and few words to his companion, though he casts a glance at Kahl when he can afford to. He’s memorized the note and is still turning the meaning over in his mind, disliking it from any angle - the possessives of their “host” as well as the implication that there is a darker side to how welcome they are considered. He hopes he is reading into it.
His expression is schooled and impassive as they are led through the camp, his eyes locked carefully forward as he takes in as much of his surroundings as possible while still looking plausibly uninterested.
When he finally meets the lord of the siege, his expression doesn’t change. Rathakku’s visage doesn’t bother him - he’s met all kinds over the years. And he’s been in worse places.
It’s the open hunger that disconcerts him, but he trains his expression well enough. ]
A message.
[ he doesn’t pull out the scroll. ]
I take it you’re the one to hear it?
[ An obvious question, purposely asked to paint him a little slow. ]
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His expression is schooled and impassive as they are led through the camp, his eyes locked carefully forward as he takes in as much of his surroundings as possible while still looking plausibly uninterested.
When he finally meets the lord of the siege, his expression doesn’t change. Rathakku’s visage doesn’t bother him - he’s met all kinds over the years. And he’s been in worse places.
It’s the open hunger that disconcerts him, but he trains his expression well enough. ]
A message.
[ he doesn’t pull out the scroll. ]
I take it you’re the one to hear it?
[ An obvious question, purposely asked to paint him a little slow. ]