It's a shitass thing to say, and the way his smile stretches, too broad and thin — he knows it. What is he?
Proud. Sure, proud enough to hate this; and not so stupid as to give up his only advantage alone with a Vint mage. Lyrium won't do nothing for blood magic, and surprise is all that means someone don't reach for that first. His hand tangles at last around the crystal, the other stays slung low. By the hilt.
"Docks, come armed," In brackish Nevarran, the syllables muddling thicker than money spends. "Bring leadership."
He lowers the cord from mouth. Wave laps. The boat rocks. At this point, it's all stalling for time: No one's landing until he squints another body across that water.
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It's a shitass thing to say, and the way his smile stretches, too broad and thin — he knows it. What is he?
Proud. Sure, proud enough to hate this; and not so stupid as to give up his only advantage alone with a Vint mage. Lyrium won't do nothing for blood magic, and surprise is all that means someone don't reach for that first. His hand tangles at last around the crystal, the other stays slung low. By the hilt.
"Docks, come armed," In brackish Nevarran, the syllables muddling thicker than money spends. "Bring leadership."
He lowers the cord from mouth. Wave laps. The boat rocks. At this point, it's all stalling for time: No one's landing until he squints another body across that water.
"What splits a general from her army?"