( He lets them in. Some part of Lan Wangji supposes, seeing a sword, he couldn't have afforded the alternative.
They're let in, overwhelmed by the stench of drugs and dregs. Stale squalor. Lan Wangji refuses a seat, though they are both invited. The... nephew trails about the room, seemingly set to act as a spy for his... uncle. The — nieces bow their heads, offering water, perhaps a pipe.
How often have they been handed off, bought or sold? Bartered?
Halut says nothing of this, smile feline. That man, Matthias, yes, they know of him. He does not come. He does not interfere with them. Such is the way, yes? He tolerates them. They tolerate him. It is not like with a true king, who meddles. The man only stays wherever he dwells, and, from time to time, visits the memory shops. A recluse. Halut has tried to se — to entrust him a niece. He would not look at her. Too blonde.
But the gentlemen, they do not mind Lalilla, do they? Even though she is blonde?
Lan Wangji finds he minds very little, of late. )
Moran. When do you wish to flee the room?
( He speaks, somehow, as if they are not heard. As if any objection would hardly matter. )
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( He lets them in. Some part of Lan Wangji supposes, seeing a sword, he couldn't have afforded the alternative.
They're let in, overwhelmed by the stench of drugs and dregs. Stale squalor. Lan Wangji refuses a seat, though they are both invited. The... nephew trails about the room, seemingly set to act as a spy for his... uncle. The — nieces bow their heads, offering water, perhaps a pipe.
How often have they been handed off, bought or sold? Bartered?
Halut says nothing of this, smile feline. That man, Matthias, yes, they know of him. He does not come. He does not interfere with them. Such is the way, yes? He tolerates them. They tolerate him. It is not like with a true king, who meddles. The man only stays wherever he dwells, and, from time to time, visits the memory shops. A recluse. Halut has tried to se — to entrust him a niece. He would not look at her. Too blonde.
But the gentlemen, they do not mind Lalilla, do they? Even though she is blonde?
Lan Wangji finds he minds very little, of late. )
Moran. When do you wish to flee the room?
( He speaks, somehow, as if they are not heard. As if any objection would hardly matter. )