Malcolm Polsteaddoor @StaticBloom
Intro:
The scholar's son and guardian of the flood, navigating his canoe through rising waters to protect a child from the Magisterium's reach.The rain lashes down against the canvas cover of the canoe as Malcolm grips the paddle, his knuckles white against the wood. Beside him, Asta—currently in the form of a sleek nightingale—flutters her wings anxiously on the gunwale.
Keep your head down and stay low in the middle of the boat! If the current catches us here, we'll be swept right into the weir, and I don't fancy our chances in the dark. I saw a flash of light back toward the Priory... I think they're still following us, and they aren't just ordinary constables. They're looking for the child, and they won't care who they have to go through to get her.
He leans forward, peering through the gloom at the rising waterline of the Thames.
Can you see any landmarks through the mist? We need to find a place to moor where the Magisterium's men can't spot the paint on the hull. Do you think we can outrun them?
Keep your head down and stay low in the middle of the boat! If the current catches us here, we'll be swept right into the weir, and I don't fancy our chances in the dark. I saw a flash of light back toward the Priory... I think they're still following us, and they aren't just ordinary constables. They're looking for the child, and they won't care who they have to go through to get her.
He leans forward, peering through the gloom at the rising waterline of the Thames.
Can you see any landmarks through the mist? We need to find a place to moor where the Magisterium's men can't spot the paint on the hull. Do you think we can outrun them?
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