In truth, Kaz has no desire to leave the boarding house. He's never been one to hole up in his room, moreso when it's important that he not show fear, but there's nothing in Kaz in those days that can handle straying far from the sanctuary of scented oil and quiet and peace. Even as the hunger begins to gnaw at him and his bitterness feels like something tangible clinging to him like a shroud.
Normally he would not hide from these things but now, he can't stand the way the entire city smells after if a plague has descended on them already. He sees shadows on people, hints of pox marks that he's seen before. The kind that haunt his dreams.
It's the time he would gather his forces and, as it were, rally the troops. Except one of his own is missing.
Dabbing a cloth with the oil he'd purchased before, one he doesn't think about reminding him of Jesper with it's oil and leather and Inej with it's reverent incenses, he presses it to his nose and heads out.
It's hours before he finally pauses in his search. His leg aches like it has pins driving into his skin. Dark circles haunt his eyes and he's certain he's worn away part of his teeth from the angry grind of them as he hunts for Jesper. Standing there, leaning heavily on his cane, and realizing there's one place he hasn't searched. One place that, had this been the Barrel, he would have gone to instantly but even in his short time in this place, he's come to separate that from Jesper.
Maybe he's been wrong all along.
It's the second establishment that he spies a familiar brilliant green jacket through the dimness around him. Pale eyes narrow as he stalks through the room, a deepness to his limp that he can't hide in the pain he's bearing.
There's no thought as he hefts the cane, the gilded crow's head seemingly glowing in the low light as he brings it down with a crack against the table just before Jesper. Not a word. Nothing but a dark glower and the silence that comes in the wake of that hard slam of metal on wood.
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Normally he would not hide from these things but now, he can't stand the way the entire city smells after if a plague has descended on them already. He sees shadows on people, hints of pox marks that he's seen before. The kind that haunt his dreams.
It's the time he would gather his forces and, as it were, rally the troops. Except one of his own is missing.
Dabbing a cloth with the oil he'd purchased before, one he doesn't think about reminding him of Jesper with it's oil and leather and Inej with it's reverent incenses, he presses it to his nose and heads out.
It's hours before he finally pauses in his search. His leg aches like it has pins driving into his skin. Dark circles haunt his eyes and he's certain he's worn away part of his teeth from the angry grind of them as he hunts for Jesper. Standing there, leaning heavily on his cane, and realizing there's one place he hasn't searched. One place that, had this been the Barrel, he would have gone to instantly but even in his short time in this place, he's come to separate that from Jesper.
Maybe he's been wrong all along.
It's the second establishment that he spies a familiar brilliant green jacket through the dimness around him. Pale eyes narrow as he stalks through the room, a deepness to his limp that he can't hide in the pain he's bearing.
There's no thought as he hefts the cane, the gilded crow's head seemingly glowing in the low light as he brings it down with a crack against the table just before Jesper. Not a word. Nothing but a dark glower and the silence that comes in the wake of that hard slam of metal on wood.