⟬ Third interview: Nikandros, Captain of the Golden Eagle. ⟭
Stepping into the Captain's quarters, Coraline reflexively covered her nose and mouth with her hands.
Everything. reeked. of vomit.
...and alcohol.
The door closed behind her and Lone. It granted them privacy... and protected Olesya from the smell.
Coraline glanced to the wall at a ventilation duct. The magic formations that circulated clean air throughout the ship were not working fast enough.
Taking a look around the room, it looked like it'd been stripped of anything nice. The most expensive things around were the maps on a table at its center, a compass and some measurement tools. Nikandros' military coat was hung up in an open wardrobe dresser, expensive and its breast heavy with achievement medals.
Also... the bed was made.
Who makes their bed in their own room?
A psychopath, for sure.
