With no lead weight in his stomach, Marcus pulls apart the half-piece of bread he'd dropped onto his plate. The needle-point of his attention dipping down to ensure he doesn't make a mess when he uses the stew to soften the cracked crust. A couple of rings glint in nearby lantern light, a fancy looking signet stamped with, perhaps, initials, and another of cheap silver and black stone.
They click against the tankard as he goes to pick that up too.
"Can you explain to me the memory of yours I saw?"
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With no lead weight in his stomach, Marcus pulls apart the half-piece of bread he'd dropped onto his plate. The needle-point of his attention dipping down to ensure he doesn't make a mess when he uses the stew to soften the cracked crust. A couple of rings glint in nearby lantern light, a fancy looking signet stamped with, perhaps, initials, and another of cheap silver and black stone.
They click against the tankard as he goes to pick that up too.
"Can you explain to me the memory of yours I saw?"