Cid listens to Oki's explanation with a nod, crossing his arms, and glances to Donnie before responding.
"Aye, so, here's the plan. I'll walk us right the hell on in. Donnie, mate, you'll be the one they don't expect, keepin' to the underside of our carriage as you are. Oki, you're my muscle." He clears his throat, and when he speaks again, it's with a serviceable Imperial accent. He's an outlaw where he's come from, too, and if there's one thing he's damned good at, it's charming his way into places he doesn't belong. "My name is Septimus Gradian, the seventh son of some lesser house who finds his amusement in collecting oddities."
He grinned and spoke normally again. "Sound passable enough?"
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Date: 2025-03-10 03:05 am (UTC)"Aye, so, here's the plan. I'll walk us right the hell on in. Donnie, mate, you'll be the one they don't expect, keepin' to the underside of our carriage as you are. Oki, you're my muscle." He clears his throat, and when he speaks again, it's with a serviceable Imperial accent. He's an outlaw where he's come from, too, and if there's one thing he's damned good at, it's charming his way into places he doesn't belong. "My name is Septimus Gradian, the seventh son of some lesser house who finds his amusement in collecting oddities."
He grinned and spoke normally again. "Sound passable enough?"