Shady

Pratik raised his eyebrows. The idiot little lord was about to get himself in trouble, it seemed. Pretending this war was his, when he’d been the one invited to the ...

Pratik’s eyes locked on it almost instantly. He’d been in this game long enough for his gut to know where to start. He made a mental note of how it ...

It wasn’t ideal. But it’d do in a pinch. Pratik turned and walked over the desk and looked at the papers he could see without having to move anything. For ...

Pratik did a quick scan of the room to ensure that it was empty, for sure for sure. Then he walked over to the window and peeked out, assessing his ...

Pratik quickly closed the distance, looking around once more as he reached the door nearest where he remembered the desk to be. The hall was empty. He thought through a ...

(That sounds good! I feel like he’d be more likely to start there anyway because, as you said, he’s spying rather than looking for blackmail haha)

(Sounds good! I'll reply with him going snooping and leave it up to you whether study or bedroom would be more interesting) Pratik did a quick loop around the Keep ...

(Ooh good point! Well, if he can get away with it then Pratik would probably attempt Tarr's study. If that's not realistic/you don't feel up to it then he could ...

(Was the bloodied servant a sign that Tarr's back? If he's not Pratik might risk trying to snoop around -- very cautiously -- but I have no idea what he'd ...

Pratik watched them go, face hardening, as he looked further down the hall. Tarr must have returned. Or, he supposed, maybe it was an accident. But Alexander’s admonish sat heavy ...

Pratik watched him for a moment, then turned back toward the door and stepped into the hall. Alexander seemed to be a bad omen. Foreshadowing of what would come. But ...

Pratik hesitated the briefest moment, wondering if Tarr had driven even his apothecary a little bit mad. “It’s a constant source of frustration to me,” Pratik confirmed with an awkward ...

A chill ran down Pratik’s spine at the sudden admonition. Oh, how he tried for that, in life in general. And yet. Pratik glanced over his shoulder, not even sure ...

“Yes, sir.” Pratik said, stepping toward the door. He wasn’t sure he’d ever make a proper friend out for this apothecary, but he certainly didn’t seem to hate him as ...

“Yes, sir.” Pratik stood and awkwardly held the kitten out to him. “Thank you.”