WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe, Richard Dickerson, Wysteria Poppell, Vanadi de Vadarta WHAT: A group of nerds and one cool elf investigate some strange reports coming out of a Free Marches village. WHEN: Second week of August. WHERE: Free Marches NOTES: TBA.
And just as quickly the grin is gone, dropped away into wariness and defensive edges. He flicks a glance toward the small handful of sleeping forms, then back to Richard.
"Why?" asked carefully, but with less of the sharp alert his bearing is going on about.
"Not -- " Richard closes his eyes, "these people specifically -- most of the other Rifters can be trusted to keep a secret. But the natives have their own priorities and prejudices.
"Most of them don’t care for elves, and they prefer to keep their magic users locked away in towers."
He pauses, as if waiting for some kind of follow-up worse news. He's a creature made entirely of suspicion and wariness lately, and those were among the first lessons learned here.
"Yes, of course," he says, head tipped just slightly. "I've picked up on that. Is there anything else you'd have me bear in mind? I should find it very useful, for example, if you happened to have a handbook of the most likely to plant a knife in your back."
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"Why?" asked carefully, but with less of the sharp alert his bearing is going on about.
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"Most of them don’t care for elves, and they prefer to keep their magic users locked away in towers."
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"Yes, of course," he says, head tipped just slightly. "I've picked up on that. Is there anything else you'd have me bear in mind? I should find it very useful, for example, if you happened to have a handbook of the most likely to plant a knife in your back."