Mariner looks up as Nico enters, acknowledges him with a brief nod, then gestures to the table. Indicating he should take a seat. He took note of the tone, and ignored the jibe. Sitting in contemplative silence for a moment longer, before turning his head to look in Tharos’ direction. “I am here… For penance. As such I will as your guide, do everything in my power to make sure you succeed” he turned his head back, staring straight at the door, only the sound of the occasional click emanating from within his armoured shell.
Tharos blinks a few times, of all the people he expected to answer, Mariner had been the last. “well, anyone else?” He kept his tone light and friendly as possible. Trying not to let the uneasy feeling Mariner’s words imparted, show in his voice. He looked across the table at Rook Andreas, “How about you friend?”
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