An odd partnership was what some would call it, the two always sniping at one another when found in open court together. However, sometimes there was solace that could be found when you were around those you bickered with the most. It was that very reason that the Lord reached out to the savage. Maybe with Garrett he could find a way to make the times in the Barrens.
Finding himself in a small motel that rented by the week it was a way to survive in this wretched existence of starvation. His room was hidden around the back of the building away from the main road. Thus far no other patrons of the isolated lodging had found their way this far back - likely for the best.
The few windows that there were had thick black tar paper over them, something he would rip down when he was done - though it was a pain to pay extra to keep house keeping away. He had safer places he could travel too when he wasn’t stuck here, and his true haven in these desperate nights was safer than this backwater stop.
It served a purpose though, and it was where he would meet Garrett. In this cozy little room, one bed in front of a TV, a small kitchenette with a table and chairs, and an old ratty wingback chair, all before a sharp turn that led into a bathroom. Out of date wallpaper and some of the piping stood out on the wall which gave the fleabag motel some flavor. It would do.
Sitting on the end of the bed, the Lord watched the spanish language news, the TV providing the only light in the room as the viewer hunched over. Wearing a t-shirt almost seemed out of character for the lord who was rarely seen in less than business casual. It still hid the marks though. Otherwise a crisp pair of black slacks with matching shoes finished off this new casual look.
His phone laid beside him, the last message a simple one - the directions to to the room sent directly to the savage.