She repeats, simply. Live by the sword, die haranguing your loved ones about how no one listens to you.
"How long?" To Beleth, for all that she doesn't shift her gaze to exchange a look of incredulosity with Beleth's back, or to meet Darras' very dashing glare. The point of the blade stays where it is: Steel, and very sharp, and wholly underwhelming next to — whatever that is. Where did Beleth even get that. "The agent, how long have you known her?"
It'd be a fine way to case the place. Not that there aren't plenty in their ranks who would do something so foolish as this in good faith. It's just that most of them have glowing green hands, or facial tattoos, or know who they're pretending to rob.
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She repeats, simply. Live by the sword, die haranguing your loved ones about how no one listens to you.
"How long?" To Beleth, for all that she doesn't shift her gaze to exchange a look of incredulosity with Beleth's back, or to meet Darras' very dashing glare. The point of the blade stays where it is: Steel, and very sharp, and wholly underwhelming next to — whatever that is. Where did Beleth even get that. "The agent, how long have you known her?"
It'd be a fine way to case the place. Not that there aren't plenty in their ranks who would do something so foolish as this in good faith. It's just that most of them have glowing green hands, or facial tattoos, or know who they're pretending to rob.