Kit watches him unhappily for a moment. Then he tells him about it, because what else can be done, in that moment?
The telling of it leaves his face dull and neutral by the time he reaches the end of the grim series of events, but he isn't finished speaking. He takes hold of a mostly clean glass from the old cabinet and pours some of the brandy into it, takes a sip from it. He begins again with, "The job Yngvi needed help with--these casteless dwarves--" casteless, like him, "--had been forced to mine red lyrium--"
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Kit watches him unhappily for a moment. Then he tells him about it, because what else can be done, in that moment?
The telling of it leaves his face dull and neutral by the time he reaches the end of the grim series of events, but he isn't finished speaking. He takes hold of a mostly clean glass from the old cabinet and pours some of the brandy into it, takes a sip from it. He begins again with, "The job Yngvi needed help with--these casteless dwarves--" casteless, like him, "--had been forced to mine red lyrium--"
His voice fails him. He takes another drink.