Mhmm. I do not have a collar for you just yet- but I do not think I need one.
[ Zevran perches back on his bed, carefully adding the ink prick by prick under his skin. Of crow design it may be and he may or may not have been entirely willing in it's application in the past- maintaining it is important. His flaws must be hidden, his skin at least visually perfect.
Vanity and habit and survival instinct all in one prick of the needle. ]
You've pulled a barbed arrow from my shoulder in the Deep Roads, Alistair. This is but a needle. And if you can build a shelf I think I could stand to have it wobble.
No come back to life we need you!
[ Zevran perches back on his bed, carefully adding the ink prick by prick under his skin. Of crow design it may be and he may or may not have been entirely willing in it's application in the past- maintaining it is important. His flaws must be hidden, his skin at least visually perfect.
Vanity and habit and survival instinct all in one prick of the needle. ]
You've pulled a barbed arrow from my shoulder in the Deep Roads, Alistair. This is but a needle. And if you can build a shelf I think I could stand to have it wobble.