[Liem has just finished heating a pot for tea, and is in the midst of sitting down with it and a religious treatise he borrowed from Highstorm's library, when someone walks up to his door and begins banging on it like they're trying to hammer the thing down. He looks up with a startled frown; who in the world would be pounding at his door with such vigorous incessance? The noise draws him from the well-embroidered couch in his tidy sitting room, through a house that is as lightless as a well-appointed crypt, and to the narrow foyer into which his front door leads.
When he opens the door, his wary frown smooths quickly into a look of tired incredulity. Liem is sans jacket, in just a rust-coloured waistcoat, matching pants, and a lighter shirt. He is not wearing shoes.
There is a gaunt, sallow quality to his face as he squints against Springstar's eternal day, peering at Set from the dark of his home. Ironically, though he looks substantially worse than he had during the icy island expedition in the previous month, Liem has actually felt better in the last few days than he had for weeks previous. This is well, because he is running out of house-related errands to keep him properly busy.]
Did you track down my residence just to scold me like an errant novice?
[How had he tracked down Liem's house, actually? He hasn't told almost anyone where he lives. In fact, as far as he knows, Cetina is the only one who knows. Well. She was the only one.]
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When he opens the door, his wary frown smooths quickly into a look of tired incredulity. Liem is sans jacket, in just a rust-coloured waistcoat, matching pants, and a lighter shirt. He is not wearing shoes.
There is a gaunt, sallow quality to his face as he squints against Springstar's eternal day, peering at Set from the dark of his home. Ironically, though he looks substantially worse than he had during the icy island expedition in the previous month, Liem has actually felt better in the last few days than he had for weeks previous. This is well, because he is running out of house-related errands to keep him properly busy.]
Did you track down my residence just to scold me like an errant novice?
[How had he tracked down Liem's house, actually? He hasn't told almost anyone where he lives. In fact, as far as he knows, Cetina is the only one who knows. Well. She was the only one.]
Or do you have business with me?