CLOSED — come in, the fire's warm

[soothsighs]

Who: Urianger and Lord John
When: Early September
Where: Borrel
What: Distributing curios among the villagers on behalf of Solaris the Strong
Warnings: N/A!

Unsurprisingly, Urianger avoids Nott.

Part of him is aware that it's pure cowardice keeping him from returning to the small village: the idea that he might be recognised as one of its assailants makes him feel wretched to his stomach, and he suspects it'll be a long while before he's welcome back there after what he did under Shuma-Gorath's influence. It's fortunate, then, that he's well versed in working in the shadows; a false name and some generous donations to the repair effort is the best he can do for the time being, as well as friends to keep him abreast of the any notable news.

It'll have to do for now. Borrel, on the other hand, isn't somewhere that he's known, and so when the opportunity arrises to assist Solaris the Strong in delivering curios to the local children he volunteers without question. He's seen too many young ones forced to grow up too soon because of circumstances beyond their control; Solaris's appearance in Thorne is well-timed, and Urianger appreciates that her request for volunteers has been popular enough that he has even been assigned a partner.

Lord John Grey. Urianger remembers speaking to him briefly yet never got around to meeting him in person, and in truth? He's looking forward to being able to put a face to the name. He's waiting patiently by the portal when he spots a man who seems as though he might be looking for something — or indeed, someone — and after a few moments of observation he steps forwards and clears his throat softly.

"Prithee forgive me if I am mistaken, but art thou Lord John Grey?"

Urianger wears a floor-skimming black robe with twinkling gold accessories at his ears, throat, and fingers, the arcanum for Death embroidered into the collar in a shining black thread. His hair — longer than it was when he arrived — is pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck, a few flyaway pieces tucked behind the long, pointed ears that mark him as Elezen.

... Well. That and his height. At 6'9", he's found he's taller than most.

He touches a hand to his breast as he offers a dip of a bow in greeting:

"I am Urianger Augurelt — thy partner for this task, if thou art indeed the man I seek."

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[iustise]

When he had heard they'd been assigned together on this task, Lord John had been grateful to at least recognize Urianger's name from their conversation together on the network, although he is ashamed to admit that he does not entirely know the other man's face. It had not seemed much of an issue at first, although the longer John had lingered near the portal, the more he wonders whether he should try and get some sort of a message across to the other man somehow.

John himself is dressed down, by his own standards at least. A pair of light breeches and riding boots, a royal blue waistcoat and matching jacket, embroidered on the lapel with the symbol for his own arcana: Justice. His hair is, as always, tied back in a neat queue with a ribbon, and he has a tricorn black hat perched neatly on his head. They say that the clothes make the man, and John certainly felt more himself once he had commissioned these.

He is just considering his options when a man steps forward to address him. A -- tall man, dressed in fine clothing and jewelry, with slightly pointed ears reminiscent of the fae they'd spent time with several months earlier. John finds himself momentarily taken aback, by the man's elegance as much as his height, before he offers a genial smile in return.

"Indeed I am," he replies, sweeping his hat off and offering his own bow. "At your service, sir. I understand that you and I have been assigned to work together."