[And normally such a thing would earn a scoff—but not today, because as Felix reads these messages, he's thinking about how quickly, how easily someone as bright as Ashe... disappeared without a(n apparent) trace. What if—
...Hmm. Well. Felix isn't one to worry; Felix is one to go out and deal with the problem head-on, which is why he heads for his door, passing by his coat without a second thought. Of course he'll be careful. He doesn't need Sylvain to meet him in Kyst to presumably check up on him, but before he shoves his compass back into his pocket, what he types is:]
The same place.
[This "same place" is, of course, the tavern they've wound up in a handful of times? A simple place with cheap, yet filling, meals—and after spending an hour stalking about Kyst and finding absolutely nothing of interest, the idea of a warm meal is more than welcome. He's a Faerghus boy, but without his coat, he's still chilly. It's too bad he had other things on his mind...
And those things are here to stay, apparently, as he grabs a table and waits for Sylvain to arrive. Catch him in the back of the room, sitting near the fire and glaring down at his mug of spiced... something. Weak mulled wine. All that matters is that it's warm to the touch as he, unfortunately, Thinks and Waits...]
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...Hmm. Well. Felix isn't one to worry; Felix is one to go out and deal with the problem head-on, which is why he heads for his door, passing by his coat without a second thought. Of course he'll be careful. He doesn't need Sylvain to meet him in Kyst to presumably check up on him, but before he shoves his compass back into his pocket, what he types is:]
The same place.
[This "same place" is, of course, the tavern they've wound up in a handful of times? A simple place with cheap, yet filling, meals—and after spending an hour stalking about Kyst and finding absolutely nothing of interest, the idea of a warm meal is more than welcome. He's a Faerghus boy, but without his coat, he's still chilly. It's too bad he had other things on his mind...
And those things are here to stay, apparently, as he grabs a table and waits for Sylvain to arrive. Catch him in the back of the room, sitting near the fire and glaring down at his mug of spiced... something. Weak mulled wine. All that matters is that it's warm to the touch as he, unfortunately, Thinks and Waits...]