It's one of those lovely little sounds entirely defined by its context. Wishing to be appealingly mysterious or intriguing? Underscore the thing with a raised eyebrow or a coquettish head tilt and the shameless bat of dark lashes. Short on more articulate threats? Accompany it with the glint of a knife's point. There is nothing Fitcher appreciates more than versatility.
Take for example this moment in the darkened study of an Antivan merchant prince, long past the hour in which respectable guests have retired to the rooms graciously afforded them by their generous host.
"Hm," Fitcher says, as between their four hands and the clever application of a few picks and wedges, the hidden compartment in Ramondo Caliara's desk finally falls open with the tell-tale lyrium whiff of an enchantment activating. In that context, it sounds very much like 'Well, fuck me.'
And then the glyph on the base of the compartment glows red hot and the papers inside the compartment begin to catch fire.
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It's one of those lovely little sounds entirely defined by its context. Wishing to be appealingly mysterious or intriguing? Underscore the thing with a raised eyebrow or a coquettish head tilt and the shameless bat of dark lashes. Short on more articulate threats? Accompany it with the glint of a knife's point. There is nothing Fitcher appreciates more than versatility.
Take for example this moment in the darkened study of an Antivan merchant prince, long past the hour in which respectable guests have retired to the rooms graciously afforded them by their generous host.
"Hm," Fitcher says, as between their four hands and the clever application of a few picks and wedges, the hidden compartment in Ramondo Caliara's desk finally falls open with the tell-tale lyrium whiff of an enchantment activating. In that context, it sounds very much like 'Well, fuck me.'
And then the glyph on the base of the compartment glows red hot and the papers inside the compartment begin to catch fire.