Phantom Hollow You've been counting all the days off of your calendar for weeks now

Malcanthet had no marketable skills, really. Ok, he did, but he never really kept track of them enough to be able to readily identify them in an interview. So when his cousin asked him if he was just as good at diplomacy as his mother (at least, that's how he took it). Malcanthet flustered, his eyes widening. I would say that I am passable at that. He smiled bashfully, terrified that Damien would reject him based on his worthlessness alone. His cousin did not look like an assassin or priest, but a venerable warrior and that intimidated Malcanthet. Hopefully, this group wasn't that martial. I can diffuse a situation if needed. And I'm fairly observant. At least in terms of beauty. Ugly or boring things he all but ignored.