Scipion_Emilien wrote:Im not foolish enough to be sure that gods are involved, but im sure there is something of great might and power worth of finding and i will find it."
"The power of churches and self-proclaimed 'messiahs', gentlemen, says little about the power of divine. Mortal foibles are far more to credit -- or to blame -- for the former."
This new voice, breaking into the conversation, ushers chidingly from the newcomer who strides unabashedly into the chamber, waving away the servants' hands when they offer to relieve him of his coat and the sealed, protective case -- by its shape, evidently housing some manner of guitar -- slung across his back. He briskly runs long fingers through his shock of wayward black hair, flicks a few drops of moisture from the damp curls onto the carpet, then pulls a silken hankerchief from his coat's breast pocket and wipes his palms.
"Bit of fog on the back roads, I'm afraid. I do hope that other guests will find their journeys uneventful; it's beastly weather for riding in, and worse still for the coachmen I expect.
"But pardon my manners. I shouldn't have interrupted without an introduction; call me Crow, everybody does."
Rather than offer his hand, the newcomer tips his brow in a jaunty mock-salute. Eyes as gray as his shouldn't be able to glint so mischeviously, but the casual gesture and his relative youth (twenty-five? twenty-seven? like his accent, his age is hard to place) may have something to do with it.