IC II: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

[bramblefoot]

after a few hours, milo will stand, stretch, and wander over to marcella, sitting next to her. he pulls the lighter from his pocket and fishes a cigar from a belt pouch "want one?" he says, putting the stogie between his teeth and lighting it with his fancy lighter. the smell of good noble tobacco wafts through the car and milo hums to himself "good noble cigars" he purrs, inhaling with a half moan. "you never know how much you miss it till its gone" he says, puffing away on the cigar. "i liberated these from ser drimmle" he says in a conspiratorial whisper