07-24-2016, 09:13 PM
William spoke up again, and Margot looked over toward him. She'd blinked once, then crossed her hands together in front of her and glanced aside at some artifact displayed among books upon a shelf to her right. As he spoke, Arturo Nihm paid mind to the chessboard that the room seemed to have tipped him into (like a marble on a tilting track). Something shifted in the corner of her eye and drew her gaze back to the old man. To the chessboard that he played with, to be more precise. Her eyebrows rose upon her forehead, then flexed down in a subtle furrow. When Mr. Nihm rose and returned to his desk that wary gaze followed after him.
For a second time the man spoke (at length) about Gods and how they were nothing more than a figment of mankind's misconception of The Truth around them.
What did they want to know? Margot looked over to the Hermetic she'd come to this curious place with.
For a second time, Margot held her tongue.
For a second time the man spoke (at length) about Gods and how they were nothing more than a figment of mankind's misconception of The Truth around them.
What did they want to know? Margot looked over to the Hermetic she'd come to this curious place with.
For a second time, Margot held her tongue.