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@emily-waldorf

ahaha I would argue a lot can be said in just a few grunts🤣 this should be fun!

<b><i>Lorcan</i></b>

Judging from the boy‘s relaxed position against the wall, one hand hovering calmly near his boot, there was a weapon concealed there.

Lorcan had been trained to notice these things.

He watched as two girls he had never seen before struck up a conversation with the boy. He wasn’t entirely sure that they had not noticed the rest of them.

One girl tripped into a hanging chandelier, glass shattering everywhere. Oof. Lorcan watched as she was helped up.

Poor lost souls. He gave a resigned sigh and rolled his eyes. Time to add more people to the group. As if they didn’t have enough already. And frankly, Lorcan was heartily sick of the faces around him. He ached to escape this place of purgatory.

He strolled over to the small group, checking that his shrunken blades were still hidden up his sleeves. Not that he needed them. These newcomers  seemed relatively harmless.

He stood there for a moment, casually leaning against the wall about three metres away from them. Waiting for them to notice him. When they did, they straightened, eyes becoming suspicious.

He cocked his head, giving them a cool lookover. “Not from around here, are ye?” His mouth tilted upward slightly. “Welcome aboard. I’m afraid you will not be having a pleasant stay here.”