[PP-F1] Memories Weigh More Than Swords.

[Corvus 0]

Corvus sat down on the sill of an inn's second-floor room. Dangling his legs over the edge, he watched the crowds below him making their ways to wherever they must be going. Bored, he kept opening and closing his menu, childishly entertained by the annoying repetition of the scripted chime sound. An idea sprung up at the sight of the messaging icon.

 

TO: Teayre
From: Corvus
MESSAGE: Hey, It's Corvus, from back on floor four. I was wondering actually, if it's not to out of the way, do you mind meeting me down on
floor one? I have some questions.

 

 

"No going back now."    He said aloud while pressing send.

Resting against the closed window behind him, Corvus rested, waiting for a response. 

Hopefully this won't happen like any other time.