"What --??" The Dragon cuts himself off to volley another spell over Beleth's shoulder, and this time he does brace himself against her with his free hand. "Oh, never mind, so long as it's a vitality elixir and not a poison, that would be eminently useful right about now!"
The Dragon is inclined to agree with her suggestion for retreat: four (or three, if he's out of commission) to a beastly, superhuman eight certainly didn't seem like the best odds to him, either. At the next opportunity for a break, he sweeps an arm (which would look much more dramatic if he weren't feeling so weak) at his scattered effects and hisses to her through his teeth,
"Wouldn't mind a fast exit, but we can't leave anything behind." Though he is an academic and a bookworm at heart, his scattered effects, his trunk, and his books are not just benign objects: the trunk contains alembics, vials, elixirs, various ingredients and brews in progress, while the scattered books are highly advanced spell tomes which, if placed in the wrong hands, could cause considerable damage. Like, for example, bringing about a swift and certain apocalypse if anything in those books happened to be miscast or fumbled by an inexperienced idiot. "Normally it's a stupid nothing of a trick for me to gather it all, but for now I'll need a moment."
Or the Lyrium, whatever-it-is. If it doesn't kill him with one taste.
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"What --??" The Dragon cuts himself off to volley another spell over Beleth's shoulder, and this time he does brace himself against her with his free hand. "Oh, never mind, so long as it's a vitality elixir and not a poison, that would be eminently useful right about now!"
The Dragon is inclined to agree with her suggestion for retreat: four (or three, if he's out of commission) to a beastly, superhuman eight certainly didn't seem like the best odds to him, either. At the next opportunity for a break, he sweeps an arm (which would look much more dramatic if he weren't feeling so weak) at his scattered effects and hisses to her through his teeth,
"Wouldn't mind a fast exit, but we can't leave anything behind." Though he is an academic and a bookworm at heart, his scattered effects, his trunk, and his books are not just benign objects: the trunk contains alembics, vials, elixirs, various ingredients and brews in progress, while the scattered books are highly advanced spell tomes which, if placed in the wrong hands, could cause considerable damage. Like, for example, bringing about a swift and certain apocalypse if anything in those books happened to be miscast or fumbled by an inexperienced idiot. "Normally it's a stupid nothing of a trick for me to gather it all, but for now I'll need a moment."
Or the Lyrium, whatever-it-is. If it doesn't kill him with one taste.