Corvo would like to think that he is not a particularly proud man, one given to vanity. And he would also like to think that whatever pride in his appearance that he did possess could not be crushed by an ethereal, graceful, glowing, soaking wet man strutting around like he was trying to get selected to be the cover model for the next Young Prince of Tyvia novel.
He decides that the fire is a more worthy place for his eyes to rest.
His first thought is to apologize to the man, he's never heard of anyone with such a name. But after a moment's thought, it occurs to him that there is only one person that matches that description, one person that he could claim any knowledge of in this strange world. "Is--" He pauses for a moment, and decides not to attempt to butcher the unusual name with a poor attempt at voicing it. "--that name what you call the Outsider?" Another nickname, perhaps? Or--maybe his true name, though the idea of the Outsider even possessing one strikes Corvo as odd.
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He decides that the fire is a more worthy place for his eyes to rest.
His first thought is to apologize to the man, he's never heard of anyone with such a name. But after a moment's thought, it occurs to him that there is only one person that matches that description, one person that he could claim any knowledge of in this strange world. "Is--" He pauses for a moment, and decides not to attempt to butcher the unusual name with a poor attempt at voicing it. "--that name what you call the Outsider?" Another nickname, perhaps? Or--maybe his true name, though the idea of the Outsider even possessing one strikes Corvo as odd.