He keeps things overall very neat and clean in his tent, not really one for a whole lot of decoration. He's very much a minimalist. Of course, the one exception to that are his collection of dragon figurines, a couple of his nice masks he's put out on display, a small banner of his family's dragon crest, and a couple other things here and there.
Raising an eyebrow as he takes the letters, he's filled with intrigue... and confusion. "Why not give them to Inessa herself, if they're meant for her?" No, it surely makes a lot less sense now. Unless there's some ghastly secret to them, something better off coming from him. As he takes the letters in hand and begins to read them over, the confusion doesn't abate. It only worsens.
The first of the letters is unnervingly identical to one he'd already written. The second is startlingly just like one he's been in the midst of starting. From there... well... from there, the rest indeed sound like his usual tone and definitely put to words things he's been thinking. There's only one problem...
"Is this some jest?" Kain hasn't yet reached the horrifying end, having stopped at one dated Guardian 9:44, which... makes no sense. He looks up at her, sure that she doesn't seem the pranking type, and all the more baffled by that. "These are all dated from the future. Look, this one here is from Inessa's birthday in 9:44. Wintermarch. Of next year."
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Raising an eyebrow as he takes the letters, he's filled with intrigue... and confusion. "Why not give them to Inessa herself, if they're meant for her?" No, it surely makes a lot less sense now. Unless there's some ghastly secret to them, something better off coming from him. As he takes the letters in hand and begins to read them over, the confusion doesn't abate. It only worsens.
The first of the letters is unnervingly identical to one he'd already written. The second is startlingly just like one he's been in the midst of starting. From there... well... from there, the rest indeed sound like his usual tone and definitely put to words things he's been thinking. There's only one problem...
"Is this some jest?" Kain hasn't yet reached the horrifying end, having stopped at one dated Guardian 9:44, which... makes no sense. He looks up at her, sure that she doesn't seem the pranking type, and all the more baffled by that. "These are all dated from the future. Look, this one here is from Inessa's birthday in 9:44. Wintermarch. Of next year."