[ Kahlil, on the other hand, has had to force himself to research. And, to be fair, he's done a decent amount of it in the months he's lived in the castle, but he's not the bookworm that some people mistake him to be - he's had to fight not to fall asleep reading the same page of dryly written history ten times over without any of it sticking.
Arcana and theory around it fell by the wayside while he was piecing together what little he could about gods.
Now, he regrets it. ]
The Hanged Man. [ He nods to the nearest version of it on display, one of many cards painted with goldleaf and gem dust. He tilts his head slightly at it, frowning. ]
Seems a little morbid. [ A sidelong glance at Stephen. ] What about yours?
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Arcana and theory around it fell by the wayside while he was piecing together what little he could about gods.
Now, he regrets it. ]
The Hanged Man. [ He nods to the nearest version of it on display, one of many cards painted with goldleaf and gem dust. He tilts his head slightly at it, frowning. ]
Seems a little morbid. [ A sidelong glance at Stephen. ] What about yours?