OPEN POST; [ LOUIS GUIABERN / METAPHOR: REFANTAZIO ]

[plover]

YOU FACE LOUIS GUIABERN.

(( X ))

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[plover]

[Gods? What sort of gods have gibberish names like that? Despite himself and his position, Louis scoffs. He tries to straighten if allowed for it; hand not moving from his sword, but making no move to use it, either.]

You'll have to take it.

[Such as his pride dictates. Using it or not, he will not be unarmed willingly. (Thankfully, that won't be hard to do.)]

[fundead]

[ Elven ones, of course.

But that’s beside the point, for now. Louis is allowed to stand, but Lucanis is quick to step up behind him, dagger at the ready. ]

Alright then.

[ Take his sword they shall. Kieran reaches for the blade with a gauntleted hand, tugging it from the man’s grip to tuck into their own belt alongside their usual weapon. They won’t bother asking if he can walk – he seems the prideful sort, so Kieran won’t push – and instead turns to head into one of the Necropolis’ cavernous halls. If ever there were a sign that Louis isn’t where he’s supposed to be, all the Navarran architecture is probably it. ]

This way.