"Greigor." He’s still fiddling with a useless fold of fabric when her words pull him up sharp.
Someone more charitable, less of a prick, might go: Wow, nice work Ioane, good reasoning. You sure figured that one out quick — Instead,
"You’re kidding me." The words are flat. He’s quite certain she’s not kidding him, but it’d be nice to pretend. Greig peers over (under) her shoulder, hissing a quiet string of Nevarran expletives. Opening this thing is objectively a terrible idea. A trap is unlikely, given Skyhold’s age, but whatever’s inside could be as damaging to know of.
Risk and reward, of course. If Waters takes a turn for the worse, bad news for Greig’s little reputation about the castle. If he improves?
"I’ve got it." He stoops low, prodding to search for the mechanism. "If flames shoot out, you can say it was my idea."
Not exactly an act of bravery. Even if this goes poorly, he wouldn't mind taking the credit for being clever enough to spot it.
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Someone more charitable, less of a prick, might go: Wow, nice work Ioane, good reasoning. You sure figured that one out quick — Instead,
"You’re kidding me." The words are flat. He’s quite certain she’s not kidding him, but it’d be nice to pretend. Greig peers over (under) her shoulder, hissing a quiet string of Nevarran expletives. Opening this thing is objectively a terrible idea. A trap is unlikely, given Skyhold’s age, but whatever’s inside could be as damaging to know of.
Risk and reward, of course. If Waters takes a turn for the worse, bad news for Greig’s little reputation about the castle. If he improves?
"I’ve got it." He stoops low, prodding to search for the mechanism. "If flames shoot out, you can say it was my idea."
Not exactly an act of bravery. Even if this goes poorly, he wouldn't mind taking the credit for being clever enough to spot it.