[ And Trahearne totally understands the reservation, though he hopes Aglovan doesn't hold back. He, too, likes a good fight from time to time, anyway.
He watches his younger brother draw his pistol, and he lowers his center of gravity into a ready stance. He gives his wrist, the hand holding his scepter, a little flick. ]
Neither did I. [ Complete honesty. He really hopes they don't accidentally knock their coffee off the bench... That would be the real tragedy here. ]
But I'm glad to hear it—I don't mind a spar from time to time.
[ Though they're going to have to get angry to sate the gumdrops... Hmm. That feels like dangerous territory.
Anyway, Trahearne flicks his torch, and a sickly, greenish flame bursts into being at the end. did u ever think man who dies before path of fire would get the scourge elite spec? ]
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He watches his younger brother draw his pistol, and he lowers his center of gravity into a ready stance. He gives his wrist, the hand holding his scepter, a little flick. ]
Neither did I. [ Complete honesty. He really hopes they don't accidentally knock their coffee off the bench... That would be the real tragedy here. ]
But I'm glad to hear it—I don't mind a spar from time to time.
[ Though they're going to have to get angry to sate the gumdrops... Hmm. That feels like dangerous territory.
Anyway, Trahearne flicks his torch, and a sickly, greenish flame bursts into being at the end. did u ever think man who dies before path of fire would get the scourge elite spec? ]
On your signal.