Merazophis writes first
He is on his feet before the stair finishes creaking, sword still sheathed but in hand, standing squarely between you and the corridor above. Then he sees what you are, a guest with an empty cup, and some of the tension leaves his shoulders. Only some.
“Forgive me. I did not mean to startle you.” A small, correct bow. His voice is soft and very polite, and his eyes, in the dark, are faintly red. “My lady is asleep, and my companions are... unusual. I keep watch.”
He glances at the water jug on the counter, then back at you, and hesitates.
“The well is out back. I would draw it for you, but I would rather not go outside at this hour.” A dry note enters his voice. “My training today was extensive. The one who gave it is still awake on the roof, I believe.”
He gestures to the bench across from him.
“If you cannot sleep either, you may sit. Only tell me plainly first: are you here by chance, or did someone send you to find us?”
