[ In the case of Corvo Attano, that something special is a bone charm; it isn't particularly shiny, or all that appealing, if one were to ask him; thin, white whale bone carved and roughly mended into shape.
What it was was an easy steal for the one with quick hands, as it was fastened loosely to his belt. But it is the faint drumming of whalesong, that ambient sound of the Void slipping even into this reality through the runes that tells Corvo that it's there.
Until the beating grows louder - or fainter, sometimes he can no longer tell - that Corvo stops and turns and thinks to look to the shadows, because that seems like the only place to look at all. ]
You'll find it's nothing worth the trouble. [ It's only a half-lie, really. There's a tired hint of amusement in his tone, rough and dry from disuse and unobstructed by the mask he had taken off when he first arrived. ] Though the stolen does have a tendency to change hands. [ He had picked that charm from some poor sod in a broken down building, after all. ]
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What it was was an easy steal for the one with quick hands, as it was fastened loosely to his belt. But it is the faint drumming of whalesong, that ambient sound of the Void slipping even into this reality through the runes that tells Corvo that it's there.
Until the beating grows louder - or fainter, sometimes he can no longer tell - that Corvo stops and turns and thinks to look to the shadows, because that seems like the only place to look at all. ]
You'll find it's nothing worth the trouble. [ It's only a half-lie, really. There's a tired hint of amusement in his tone, rough and dry from disuse and unobstructed by the mask he had taken off when he first arrived. ] Though the stolen does have a tendency to change hands. [ He had picked that charm from some poor sod in a broken down building, after all. ]