[ Marcus looks down at his notes, evaluating them, mouth tightening in the corner with some amount of dissatisfaction, but to what specifically— ]
Aye, [ setting pen aside, and pages to dry. ]
But, [ the kind of intrusive qualifier spoken by a man who has in the past managed children desperate to also escape whatever lesson he's been imparting, and being made to sit still a little longer ] if there is more you can think of, with Fitcher, anything that seems suspicion now to you, I'd have you bring it to me.
[Having been one such child once upon a time, Barrow casts an anxious glance back toward Marcus as he hefts out of his chair, but offers a solemn nod that communicates his understanding. He certainly has no intention of seeking out Enchanter Rowntree for any reason after today, so it's for the best that he doesn't have more information to give anyway.]
Righto, [he grunts, making his way toward the door. Time to go drink away whatever the fuck that was.]
no subject
That everything, then?
[Freedom. He can taste it.]
no subject
Aye, [ setting pen aside, and pages to dry. ]
But, [ the kind of intrusive qualifier spoken by a man who has in the past managed children desperate to also escape whatever lesson he's been imparting, and being made to sit still a little longer ] if there is more you can think of, with Fitcher, anything that seems suspicion now to you, I'd have you bring it to me.
no subject
Righto, [he grunts, making his way toward the door. Time to go drink away whatever the fuck that was.]