[Honor? Pah. Desidério spits on the dusty stone underfoot as they pass through the gate.]
I've been pressed, [is not without some humor as he flourishes his right hand. It's presently gloved, so there's no actually seeing the gleam of—] An anchor.
[He presses his thumb into the center of his palm to illustrate its otherwise currently invisible presence. Lucky him, eh? says the flexing of his eyebrows in Gannicus' direction.]
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I've been pressed, [is not without some humor as he flourishes his right hand. It's presently gloved, so there's no actually seeing the gleam of—] An anchor.
[He presses his thumb into the center of his palm to illustrate its otherwise currently invisible presence. Lucky him, eh? says the flexing of his eyebrows in Gannicus' direction.]