I think anyone would find me extremely difficult to dissect, bisect, or otherwise sect. [ he's not much for following, but he's also not much for staying in the infirmary, so when his curious visitor sweeps out of the door, nikolai finds himself steadily at his heels. no, he doesn't like that, quickening his steps to skitter to the man's side instead. marigold. thank the saints zoya hadn't heard that. ] Or they'd highly regret what they find. Anyway, I generally only follow the terrible advice of terrible thieves.

[ the fae. another curiosity in a place that makes little sense. the hallways wind to darkened spirals while nikolai tries to commit to memory the passing rooms and the mannerisms of the man beside him. dark hair, eyes a strange violet color that seem to sparkle despite the lack of light. the bandages end up absently wound around each finger in lieu of his currently missing gloves, the blackened scarring slowly covered up by thin strips of white. ]

Your name? [ his stomach churns uncomfortably, eyes flickering left to right, then back to his companion, tearing the bandages with his teeth. ] Call me Nikolai. Now, about these women. I'm looking for someone named Zoya Nazyalensky. She can pop your lungs like hollow gourds but I'm hoping she hasn't done anything of the sort yet. She's short-tempered, you see, and it's important that I find her. What sort of things can a Fae do? Bad at stealing, but good at finding?