Oh, does Anuket look very pleased when Phyre enquires about local customs. Crow stifles a snort. Anuket and Akhem belong to one of the oldest families in the cities, and the pride there runs deep, as do the traditions βΈ» no two families in Azar-Ban have quite the same traditions, but there's a general theme. Treat guests as honored family. Shelter the stranger in need of water. Take your shoes off inside so you don't track sand in. Make sure your food is always as spicy as possible. You know, the usual.
He leaves Phyre in their efficient care, and sets out to report back to the king, or rather, the king's staff, since the man is abed by this hour. Crow is not far behind.
In the morning, he touches base with Phyre to gather the list. Because of Phyre's unusual condition about sunlight, Crow makes sure to turn up before the sun fully rises. He flirts a little, feigns offense at the accusation that he'd stray from the list in favour of shiny things, gives Phyre updates on the forecast and amusing news from around the city, and finally departs to let Phyre have his breakfast in peace. Mostly because Akhem gives him subtle shoo motions as he's bringing the plates to Phyre's apartments.
He spends the next half-day in the markets, hunting down everything on Phyre's list. Crow is extraordinarily tempted to amuse himself and throw in some extra things here and there, but he decides to stick precisely to the list as written, and it's not long before he has a camel laden with trunks full of esoteric ingredients and equipment. He has that delivered to the apartments, where it will wait outside Phyre's door until the man is ready to recieve it.
And then, finally, it is evening, and Crow turns up as invited. Phyre had made no secret that the invite for the evening was likely sexual in nature, and so, Crow is very curious βΈ» the same man had tried to warn him off initially, only to invite him closer in the end. A man of fascinating contradictions.
Dressed casually in loose black pants and a sleeveless black vest, his porcelain and gold prosthetic glints in the lantern light as he leans against the door, gold jewelry strung though his ears and hair and draped over his chest. The sun is just beginning to set, hidden enough behind the cliff face that none will be making its way into Phyre's apartments βΈ» he checked, just to be thorough βΈ» and so Crow knocks. When the door opens, he greets Phyre with a nod to the chests that lay outside his door.
"Delivery for a Lord Phyre?" He grins. "I'm not the usual delivery boy, I know, but I can still help you carry them inside, if you like."
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He leaves Phyre in their efficient care, and sets out to report back to the king, or rather, the king's staff, since the man is abed by this hour. Crow is not far behind.
In the morning, he touches base with Phyre to gather the list. Because of Phyre's unusual condition about sunlight, Crow makes sure to turn up before the sun fully rises. He flirts a little, feigns offense at the accusation that he'd stray from the list in favour of shiny things, gives Phyre updates on the forecast and amusing news from around the city, and finally departs to let Phyre have his breakfast in peace. Mostly because Akhem gives him subtle shoo motions as he's bringing the plates to Phyre's apartments.
He spends the next half-day in the markets, hunting down everything on Phyre's list. Crow is extraordinarily tempted to amuse himself and throw in some extra things here and there, but he decides to stick precisely to the list as written, and it's not long before he has a camel laden with trunks full of esoteric ingredients and equipment. He has that delivered to the apartments, where it will wait outside Phyre's door until the man is ready to recieve it.
And then, finally, it is evening, and Crow turns up as invited. Phyre had made no secret that the invite for the evening was likely sexual in nature, and so, Crow is very curious βΈ» the same man had tried to warn him off initially, only to invite him closer in the end. A man of fascinating contradictions.
Dressed casually in loose black pants and a sleeveless black vest, his porcelain and gold prosthetic glints in the lantern light as he leans against the door, gold jewelry strung though his ears and hair and draped over his chest. The sun is just beginning to set, hidden enough behind the cliff face that none will be making its way into Phyre's apartments βΈ» he checked, just to be thorough βΈ» and so Crow knocks. When the door opens, he greets Phyre with a nod to the chests that lay outside his door.
"Delivery for a Lord Phyre?" He grins. "I'm not the usual delivery boy, I know, but I can still help you carry them inside, if you like."