#⌘ — 𝐀𝐎𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐚. 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞. ( NAESALA ).

[saizov]

'Nabateans' ---- that was the word the false face of his imposter lord had pinned the blame on. Who they were, what they were ---- all oddities that have unfolded between then and now considered ---- wasn't something he was familiar with. And if the general susurrus of conversation hadn't already tickled his ears with the term, he doubted these 'Nabateans' were anything famous. If they were, he'd know their every little niche and knick-knack by now, but here he was: barren and dry of any tangible knowledge.

Except for the book in his hands: the history of Fodlan, a general overview of everything in the last millennium . . . because that would make this quick and effortless.

( He scoffs, a throaty, gruff sound that exhales sharply, curtly in the back of his throat. )

He'd never been the library sort. His intelligence was gathered in the field, soaked up and written down in the aftermath, filed away where no one would find it ---- as was typical of a ninja. It was how his reports stayed orderly, how they made it to his liege in one piece ( because damn if the backlog for a year's worth of mail didn't create a hassle ).

It's as he thumbs through a page that scuttling, soft sounds collect in the shells of his ears, and his movements cease; he's in the upper rafts of the library, so peering below grants him privy to a visage of navy and ebony. Hmph. What . . . coincidental company.

He closes the book ---- gingerly, silently, unheard unless those 'Laguz' characteristics of the raven's lend him any amplified senses. ( It was an interesting term: Laguz ---- one the raven had used after their . . . initial misunderstanding. Thus far, the Hoshidan had taken it to mean 'not Beorc' ---- another term used. His shuriken had been a 'Beorc' weapon, so, then, could it be deduced that Laguz was animalistic and Beorc was not? Like the Kitsune or the Wolftribe compared to the rest of the world? )

Hmph. All Fodlan had given him thus far was a detective's case: figuring one oddity out after another. But it was better his lord be prepared even into the smallest of details than be caught unawares. By anything.

"Still sulking around?" He chides, voice gruff, arms folding from where he stands at the ladder's top. He steps down onto the first rung, then the second, and stops. That injury looks . . . unstable. Igasato had many salves ---- many miracle-workers ---- but he wasn't sure if anything for a broken aliferous limb was in his home's repertoire of medicine.

@corvuschriisti

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