Runic Research (For Felix)

[westfallcorndog]

The small forest clearing Harrow now sits in is not new to him; he'd found the same place once before when he thought he might be able to teach frost magic to Steve. It seemed like it might be the perfect place to meet Felix, too, for a little bit of magical testing and theory. Plenty of privacy from the thick pines that traced a circle around the grove, a split rail fence encircling it, a sizable clearing to move, and a conveniently-placed table with benches off to one side. 

He's brought with him a pitcher of water and a plate of bread that wait beside each other on the table, untouched. He expects Felix to arrive soon – they had agreed on it, after all – and so sits watching the path into the clearing. He looks tired, but being dead has a way of doing that to anyone. For whatever reason he's decided that today's discussions should be undertaken in his suit of blue Scourge armor and flowing red cape. Certainly a shift in appearance from the 'draugr in a floral shirt' he met Felix as. His runeblades, rather than being chained at his belt, are resting across his legs. The blue glow of the runes thrums eagerly, contrasting Harrowheart's dead, dull expression. It seems they're anticipating this more than he is... 

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[westfallcorndog]

A change is subject is openly welcomed regardless of its abruptness – perhaps because of it. It makes it easier for Harrow to smile, which is always preferable to self-loathing, though not always easier. With one serious nod he agrees, "When you've got it, I'll be here, and so will my blades."

He goes to offer a hand, but as he begins to move it across the table he realizes Felix probably is in no mood to touch him, especially given how flighty he was at earlier closeness. Instead he nods again and stands, then busies his hands by dusting off his shirt where it touched against the table.

"Safe travels." It seems like a fair goodbye for a man with Felix's mission.