The frequent power outages are proving to be something of a problem, but Atticus is nothing if not innovative.
He has taken the time to set aside the clutter left behind by whomever previously lived in this dwelling, though the faded, musty furniture would have been too difficult to move, and the bookshelves still contain what passes for entertainment in Penance. (If there are religious texts there that relate to anything of the Judeo-Christian variety, their significance will be lost on him entirely. Perhaps they're works of fiction. They might as well be.)
At present, he has devoted the past hour to painstakingly inscribing a rune onto one bare wall, soft, warm energy glowing from his fingertips as he does so. Above him, the lights seem to flicker in response, but do not yet hold their illumination. It appears that the handshake between magical energies and electricity is not going as planned. At length, he 'ties off' the spell to be resumed later, breathes out hard, and fetches a kerchief out of his pocket to blot at his forehead.
ii. the town square; open
Beneath the tent providing shelter from the rain, Atticus has identified the letter left for him by his 'host' (whomever that turns out to be) and has opened it to peruse its contents. He reads it quietly.
Hm. Well. That's a bit pedestrian.
Tucking the letter into his coat pocket, he steps over to the table to consider the vials in pensive silence, not yet selecting any of them.
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The frequent power outages are proving to be something of a problem, but Atticus is nothing if not innovative.
He has taken the time to set aside the clutter left behind by whomever previously lived in this dwelling, though the faded, musty furniture would have been too difficult to move, and the bookshelves still contain what passes for entertainment in Penance. (If there are religious texts there that relate to anything of the Judeo-Christian variety, their significance will be lost on him entirely. Perhaps they're works of fiction. They might as well be.)
At present, he has devoted the past hour to painstakingly inscribing a rune onto one bare wall, soft, warm energy glowing from his fingertips as he does so. Above him, the lights seem to flicker in response, but do not yet hold their illumination. It appears that the handshake between magical energies and electricity is not going as planned. At length, he 'ties off' the spell to be resumed later, breathes out hard, and fetches a kerchief out of his pocket to blot at his forehead.
ii. the town square; open
Beneath the tent providing shelter from the rain, Atticus has identified the letter left for him by his 'host' (whomever that turns out to be) and has opened it to peruse its contents. He reads it quietly.
Hm. Well. That's a bit pedestrian.
Tucking the letter into his coat pocket, he steps over to the table to consider the vials in pensive silence, not yet selecting any of them.