He knew. Maybe if he had come a little earlier, there could have been some reprieve, but time seemed to tug the strings of fate in the cruelest of ways.
He took the paper, curious at first, and then a fond smile crossed his face.
"Our singing friend," he remarked. "You captured his likeness beautifully."
He would tuck it away safely in his journal, where he kept notes on various plants and medicines. But for now, if they were giving parting gifts...
He gestured, and the top compartment to his medicine box opened so that he could retrieve a small, gourd-like clay jug containing a honey-thick peach wine.
He offered it over to Arthur.
"It cannot save you, but... it can delay the inevitable. I am sure you have something desperately reckless and ill advised planned, so perhaps this will help you see it through."
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He took the paper, curious at first, and then a fond smile crossed his face.
"Our singing friend," he remarked. "You captured his likeness beautifully."
He would tuck it away safely in his journal, where he kept notes on various plants and medicines. But for now, if they were giving parting gifts...
He gestured, and the top compartment to his medicine box opened so that he could retrieve a small, gourd-like clay jug containing a honey-thick peach wine.
He offered it over to Arthur.
"It cannot save you, but... it can delay the inevitable. I am sure you have something desperately reckless and ill advised planned, so perhaps this will help you see it through."