Yes, the smell of this whole city does leave something to be desired, doesn't it? Octavius has noticed an... odour... in his clothes that no amount of laundering seems able to dispel. Very unfortunate.
More unfortunate still, he is perhaps the least helpful person to be having this conversation with Vlast at present. At his next slate of questions, Octavius can only shake his head quizzically, brows bent into a furrow, and try for another smile that he hopes is placating. "No, you see, you've arrived in a totally different world from the one where--actually, maybe it would be easier if I just draw it for you."
He kneels down on the cell floor in front of Vlast, sparing him another nervous glance, before he starts to rummage about in his satchel, evidently searching for a clean sheaf of paper and a stick of charcoal.
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More unfortunate still, he is perhaps the least helpful person to be having this conversation with Vlast at present. At his next slate of questions, Octavius can only shake his head quizzically, brows bent into a furrow, and try for another smile that he hopes is placating. "No, you see, you've arrived in a totally different world from the one where--actually, maybe it would be easier if I just draw it for you."
He kneels down on the cell floor in front of Vlast, sparing him another nervous glance, before he starts to rummage about in his satchel, evidently searching for a clean sheaf of paper and a stick of charcoal.