Oh, I've no interest in anything I've mentioned. Nor, for that matter, will our Ringmaster, if it is a bargain you wish to make.
[ In truth, he's searching for Childermass, a much more difficult task than finding his way out of the maze. He's close now, though - he can tell that much when the other's reflections show up. Soon enough, John will see his too, or at least a version of him.
He's a ghostly white, distorted figure on the mirrors in the shape of a tall, slender man, or at least a humanoid, with his arms folded at his back. A great robe trails behind him as he passes from mirror to mirror. He pauses at one point, examining his reflection in comparison to the human's. He's shorter, he's displeased to see, coming up to John's shoulder. No matter how hard the other looks, he won't be able to see a face on the almost spectral form; it is a white silhouette at best. ]
She will ask for your service, assuming you've any talents she can make use of. Do you?
no subject
[ In truth, he's searching for Childermass, a much more difficult task than finding his way out of the maze. He's close now, though - he can tell that much when the other's reflections show up. Soon enough, John will see his too, or at least a version of him.
He's a ghostly white, distorted figure on the mirrors in the shape of a tall, slender man, or at least a humanoid, with his arms folded at his back. A great robe trails behind him as he passes from mirror to mirror. He pauses at one point, examining his reflection in comparison to the human's. He's shorter, he's displeased to see, coming up to John's shoulder. No matter how hard the other looks, he won't be able to see a face on the almost spectral form; it is a white silhouette at best. ]
She will ask for your service, assuming you've any talents she can make use of. Do you?