Lysander Scriberis Archemiste II & Rider
Day 0 - Night (Phase 3/3)
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The magus' eyes wander as Rider speaks. He focuses on breathing regularly, trying to come to terms with being unwelcome. While his Servant is made of sterner stuff, he is not.
She's asking for information. Good. This place is unknown to both of them. If the snake speaks truth, then they are not the first visitors, or perhaps the correct term is victims-.
His eyes snap back to her. Lysander shrugs and slips off his too-heavy and too-hot jacket. He spreads it across the ground and takes a seat beside the snake without a second thought, holding out his hand for the cup.Originally Posted by Rider
"In most countries. Doubt the Reverse Side has laws for it." His voice is a little rough. He clears his throat. It doesn't help much. "This place doesn't agree with me."
He considers the dangers of interacting with a Phantasmal snake, of possible grudges and venom, and then offers it his other hand as a show of good faith.
"Call me Archie."