[ The Nightrider's address had been pretty explicit, but Lambert's not sure what there is to report about here. It's some kind of enchantment or spell, that much anyone could recognize pretty readily, but he doesn't think five pages of notes about various refreshments are what Mari had in mind.
Not that it stops him from sitting his ass down at a bar and drinking his way through the menu, parchment and old-fashioned pen close to hand (conveniently left on his hotel table). He's halfway through his fifth drink when he spots the blur of orange and black out of the corner of his eye, and he absently touches at his medallion. It hums contentedly under his fingers -- magic of some kind, then? Not a doppler, or it wouldn't even pick it up, but ... ]
See something you like? [ He drawls, nudging his glass of alcohol towards the bird, raising a brow. ]
day 60, let me know if this is okay! :o
Not that it stops him from sitting his ass down at a bar and drinking his way through the menu, parchment and old-fashioned pen close to hand (conveniently left on his hotel table). He's halfway through his fifth drink when he spots the blur of orange and black out of the corner of his eye, and he absently touches at his medallion. It hums contentedly under his fingers -- magic of some kind, then? Not a doppler, or it wouldn't even pick it up, but ... ]
See something you like? [ He drawls, nudging his glass of alcohol towards the bird, raising a brow. ]