14.Mar.21, 12:07 PM
Ulliendis tracked the man’s movements as he stepped away from the cabinet. He had been trained to keep an eye out for subtle actions or when someone looked too normal. It usually meant they were trying to hide something and this guy? This guy was trying to hide something. He hadn’t been able to see clearly initially, but Ulliendis had a feeling it wasn’t a key the other man was trying to keep from view. In fact, being caught in the act like he was, it would have been far more beneficial to show off the key he had been using and pass it off as a stubborn lock. Curious.
“Ah, yes. You are clearly a man that is always interested in the lives of the folk that run the lower caverns. I could go on and at great length about what I learn milling about down there but that might distract from other things going on in the Weyr.” He didn’t move from where he still leaned against the desk as the man now with a name sat down. He studied Rhamnus, noting his features and committing them to memory to help keep that face in his mind. No matter how their encounter went, Ulliendis didn’t want to forget a detail, just in case.
Finally, when the nail biting got to him more than the silent stare down, Ulliendis sighed, “Oh all right. Allow me to present you with… someone else’s midday meal!” He grabbed the cloth that had been covering the plates on the tray and yanked it away with a flourish. “I know whose office this is and you are not him, Rhamnus. I suppose he won’t mind you nibbling away, however.” Ulliendis folded the cloth in crisp edges as he spoke until he set the finished product of a bird down beside the tray.
“And my name is Ulliendis and if you haven’t pinpointed it yet, I’m a Harper, specializing in performance.”
“Ah, yes. You are clearly a man that is always interested in the lives of the folk that run the lower caverns. I could go on and at great length about what I learn milling about down there but that might distract from other things going on in the Weyr.” He didn’t move from where he still leaned against the desk as the man now with a name sat down. He studied Rhamnus, noting his features and committing them to memory to help keep that face in his mind. No matter how their encounter went, Ulliendis didn’t want to forget a detail, just in case.
Finally, when the nail biting got to him more than the silent stare down, Ulliendis sighed, “Oh all right. Allow me to present you with… someone else’s midday meal!” He grabbed the cloth that had been covering the plates on the tray and yanked it away with a flourish. “I know whose office this is and you are not him, Rhamnus. I suppose he won’t mind you nibbling away, however.” Ulliendis folded the cloth in crisp edges as he spoke until he set the finished product of a bird down beside the tray.
“And my name is Ulliendis and if you haven’t pinpointed it yet, I’m a Harper, specializing in performance.”