Shady

Shit. “…A job’s a job, sir… I like the idea of the pension I’m due for soon.”

“Okay.” He nodded, leading the way into town. It was eerie this time of morning. He didn’t like it.

Rifkin’s gaze snapped back to him, on high alert immediately. This was definitely a trap. But how could he get out of it? He was quiet for a moment, then ...

“Sounds like the way to get a knife to the gut,” Aeron mused. “Make sure you get the right room.”

Rifkin eyed him suspiciously. This felt like a trap through and through. Thankfully it wasn’t phrased as a question, so he didn’t have to answer. Instead he glanced away, chest ...

“Yeah. Anyhow—“ Aeron glanced ahead at the approaching town. “Can you get into your room this time of morning?”

“Sir.” Rifkin obediently sat down.

“You don’t want us to have any individuality,” Aeron said flatly. “And I’m supposed to believe your seminary allows you any?”

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Rifkin chanced a quick glance at his face and then away quickly, shaking his hand. He felt unsettled.

“Mm.”

(Hahaha fully agree. I wasn’t sure who the actor was just had this man in my mind and google and told me it’s Sam Elliot. But. Very specific age in ...

“Less room for individuality,” Aeron commented. That was the whole point.

(Cool! I’ll let you set the scene since he’ll be behaving and need to be summoned lol he basically looks like Sam Elliot Road House Era)

(Yeah fair lol Rifkin, then?)

(Uhhh is Gaius gonna want a debrief once they calm down? Lol Ky’s going to want to give him a more thoughtful apology. And then the assholes need dealt with. ...