I have. [Sherwood affirms, busying himself with yet another task. He's kind of a fidgety guy, always moving in some way or another, not quite able to stand nor sit still. He turns to his hearth and pull out a hanging kettle, finding two cups of tea and pouring each to about half way.
He then pours some of each cup back and forth between them in a little ritual. One he doesn't explain, thinking it just speaks for itself. He pushes one forward the Akechi delicately, it steaming with a warm scent of bergamot citrus oil.]
Now that is an interested assessment, lad. You see this place as damning us, rather than acting as salvation?
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He then pours some of each cup back and forth between them in a little ritual. One he doesn't explain, thinking it just speaks for itself. He pushes one forward the Akechi delicately, it steaming with a warm scent of bergamot citrus oil.]
Now that is an interested assessment, lad. You see this place as damning us, rather than acting as salvation?