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[sunburned]

The city hasn't changed very much, in the time since he was last there. The market still heaves with bodies, the air heavy with spice and incense. He finds himself remembering the scraps of Hindi that he learned when he was here last. He doesn't know the others well, but he tries to keep them in the corner of his eye - particularly Kivrin, who he knows matters to Julie.

"There has to be some way back," he says, to nobody in particular. "To the island, I mean? We cannot be stranded here?"


ooc: gathering post! This is where they get separated, so choose the groups you will, darling ones! :D

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[sunburned]

"My mother sent me to the Corps when I was eight years old," he says, pausing as she looks at the ring. "I've been trying to remember that I do not have to snap to constantly, but training is hell on a man. Though, I imagine, Laurence would have something to say about the quality of my discipline from time to time."

[plague_saint]

"Eight!" Kivrin looks startled, though it probably isn't that different from being sent off to school like she was. "That seems awfully young."

[sunburned]

"My father died and she couldn't afford to keep all of us," he says, no emotion - just a fact to be stated. "It was that or let my sister starve, I suppose."