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[chrisisofaith]

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You've reached Chris Sonom, previously of Melvaunt Deismyr, please leave a message.

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[chrisisofaith]

More than fair. We'll have a full talk on what you want and don't want when we get there.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

[For now, he sends the address as promised, not far from Riddler's square in the Down. It's a generic multi-use building on the outside, the spaces inside rented out to whoever can pay. Chris' space is there on the first floor, the number outside touched up, but unremarkable otherwise.

If Seg tries the door, he'll find it unlocked for him. The space itself is open, a bathroom door to the left, and the rest arranged in neat sections. To the right is a set of bookshelves with decorative unlabeled boxes, some non-perishable food stuffs, bottles of water, and towels. A bit beyond that corner is a little set up of two mismatching chairs, one overly wide and cushioned and the other straight-backed and wooden, with a table between them and a small bookcase to the side. The far right-hand corner holds a low sofa on a intricately patterned rug with far too many pillows laying about.

The one window in the room shines with sunlight that isn't possible in the down and a bed with a massive metal frame whose hooks and closures are tastefully decorated with sheer green fabric. There's more beyond the corner of the room, but what can be seen with even a few steps in is only brightly colored blankets piled over random shapes.

Chris himself seems to be eyeing something under one of those blankets, but lets it fall back into place when Segorial arrives.][The cleric turns a smile on the other man, a little less bright than usual, but honest. He gestures to the set of chairs sat together.]

I think one of those will suit your needs best.

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