Nevin clapped his hands and nodded. That was excellent news indeed! He bowed low to the woman and took his leave - already counting out the money as he slipped out through the door. Finding someone who could do the work was a relief and a weight off his mind. He might have to recommend them to Sketch.
- "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."
Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.
"More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
A member of the NevCrew:
Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
Ronnel: Not even approved yet.
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