thoth
we spend all our time running for our lives, going nowhere

Thoth may not have remembered Flynn immediately, but he did remember Denahi. He visibly perked up when the husky came bounding over and reached down to scratch him behind the ear. Obviously, Thoth had been making friends with Denahi every time Flynn came to deal with the issue of His Grace setting fire to the curtains.

Flynn’s tone had changed. Thoth couldn’t quite identify that facial expression, but he did recognise the shift – and the words which came a few moments later.

“Nothing,” he answered immediately, his guard immediately up. Tell me anything you know was always the start of a conversation which never ended well, in Thoth’s experience. Usually, it resulted in him getting in trouble.

Now focused fully on Flynn instead of Denahi, Thoth’s shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed slightly. He replayed the conversation in his head, picking it apart, and – after a moment – relaxed again a little. Flynn’s face and tone might be something of an enigma, but his words clearly pointed to concern about the fact that other captain (whose name he really ought to have known as well) was missing. The chain of events which got him in trouble often didn’t make much sense to Thoth, but he couldn’t reasonably see any way someone could blame him for Gwythr vanishing someone else. He hadn’t even been present at the time.

“Okay,” he conceded after a moment. “Faeyra said she got a message from the Alliance and had to go to a meeting, and then she left. When she got back she said Gwythr had called the meeting and all the Alliance people from Shaman were there.” He paused briefly, thinking. Faeyra had said all this to Olive, who Thoth had been standing next to at the time, but he hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. He’d kind of been more focused on experimenting with different concoctions behind the bar. “Uhh. Faeyra said that Gwythr said that everyone should do as he says now, and a few of them said they wouldn’t, including the castle captain. And then Gwythr said to the captain that she should go home then, or something, and he made her vanish.”

He scratched the back of his head, frowning as he tried to remember what else Faeyra had said, before shrugging.

“I wasn’t really listening,” he admitted, “I wanted to see what would happen if you mixed stimulants and depressants.”