Word Count → 516 :: derp!
Aemon stared up at the dark man on the roof, who offered his beverage and company so readily, and then back down at the young girl on four legs beside him. Frowning, for a moment he glanced between them, considering the possibilities. The girl thought it impossible, but if she were to crawl through the Mansion's doors and windows, he was certain she could get there, too. He edged closer to her, his own desire to join the man sparking him to lead her. "Hey, I bet we could both climb through from inside," he said, nodding his head towards the front of the Mansion as he began to head that way, expecting her to follow. If she couldn't get through alone, he could easily help her. She wasn't yet full-grown, and she carried small-boned coyote blood more than anything else. This, Aemon took quick notice of-- the pure-blooded ones were so rare, they must be treasured.
Crimson gaze flickered behind him to be sure she was there as he wrenched open the front door of the Mansion with one hand, the other carrying his spear. He nodded her in, following after but taking the lead again shortly. In his short time here, he'd crawled through as many of Inferni's buildings as he could manage. This one was the largest, and it was still sometimes a maze to him. Aemon's navigation skills were adequate enough, though, and he eventually found the room that the darker coyote had come out of. It was a small, deserted and broken one-window room, but when Aemon entered the room the smell was strong of alcohol, and he followed it to the window and out. Grinning out of the shattered window, Aemon let half of his body hang out as he waved to their new friend. This window was not so high that he thought the girl wouldn't make it out, but just in case he shoved over a small, low table for leverage. "Here, this should be fine. Careful of the glass," he added as he himself climbed through the window, leaning his larger body at an awkward angle to avoid the sharp jagged panes of glass. Once he was out, though, the roof's angle was another challenge. It wasn't steep, but it took a moment of getting used to, and Aemon was sure he looked silly reaching out with his hands to steady himself. He almost wished he'd used four legs himself. Plopping himself down beside the stranger and leaning his weapon against the sturdy building, he called out to the girl. "Need some help?" he asked, scarlet gaze peering towards the window, waiting for her to emerge. She seemed agile enough; surely she could fit through as he had. Then, Aemon turned to the darker stranger, greyscale cords of hair flinging about his head. "Nice night for roof-gazing," he offered with a grin, gaze flicking to the bottle in his hand briefly, "I'm Aemon." He offered a silvery hand to the man in greeting, and a bow of his head to the girl.
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