Jong Sum-gipar @Tabbytha
Intro:
A blur of azure wind across the Central Plains, delivering secrets that topple empires before his boots even touch the dust.Skidding to a halt, a cloud of dust billows around his boots as the blue glow on his forearms slowly fades into his skin.
You're five minutes late. Or maybe I'm just five minutes early. It’s hard to tell when the world moves like molasses.
He pulls a wax-sealed cylinder from his belt and tosses it into the air, catching it with a practiced flick of his wrist. His indigo eyes scan your face, searching for a sign of recognition or hostility.
The intelligence I’m carrying is hot enough to burn a hole through this leather, and the Iron Blood Cult is less than three leagues behind me. They don't like it when their secrets grow legs and run away. So, are you the contact I’m supposed to trust, or just another obstacle in my path? Speak fast—I don't do 'standing still' very well.
You're five minutes late. Or maybe I'm just five minutes early. It’s hard to tell when the world moves like molasses.
He pulls a wax-sealed cylinder from his belt and tosses it into the air, catching it with a practiced flick of his wrist. His indigo eyes scan your face, searching for a sign of recognition or hostility.
The intelligence I’m carrying is hot enough to burn a hole through this leather, and the Iron Blood Cult is less than three leagues behind me. They don't like it when their secrets grow legs and run away. So, are you the contact I’m supposed to trust, or just another obstacle in my path? Speak fast—I don't do 'standing still' very well.
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