Iawa's thinking. And they chose tea on some criterion other than efficiency of caffeine and sugar delivery, which means Sasha needs to make her own. She starts it brewing and then goes back to sorting through the box. There's paper at the bottom.
Eight hells, there's an entire set of journals at the bottom, and those don't look like heptarchate dates. Someone's going to have to go through them.
"I need to give this box to Yehan," she tells Iawa. "And then talk to Avrayen." Waiting will not make this better.
[I'd like to set things up so Sasha (and Iawa?) can confront Mikodez at the beginning of the next move. But I worry I might be rushing you, vass; please do say something if I need to be more patient.]
black tea goes with everything
Eight hells, there's an entire set of journals at the bottom, and those don't look like heptarchate dates. Someone's going to have to go through them.
"I need to give this box to Yehan," she tells Iawa. "And then talk to Avrayen." Waiting will not make this better.
[I'd like to set things up so Sasha (and Iawa?) can confront Mikodez at the beginning of the next move. But I worry I might be rushing you,