Adjusting an asymmetric sleeve. He's never seen the Imperium beyond dreams, and five years or better since he's last been asked. A little funny, to think of all that's changed. Bleak, to observe what hasn't. He tweaks the end of the beak.
"Don’t put an eye out," Baudin doesn’t need to match that badly. A critical glance: "You already look half a Crow."
A splendid joke for any bards in attendance, though few will expect Strange aware. A Rifter, however popular and well-regarded, remains foremost an outsider. A curiousity.
"Is that all you're bringing? I hope you've some paint in that bag."
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Adjusting an asymmetric sleeve. He's never seen the Imperium beyond dreams, and five years or better since he's last been asked. A little funny, to think of all that's changed. Bleak, to observe what hasn't. He tweaks the end of the beak.
"Don’t put an eye out," Baudin doesn’t need to match that badly. A critical glance: "You already look half a Crow."
A splendid joke for any bards in attendance, though few will expect Strange aware. A Rifter, however popular and well-regarded, remains foremost an outsider. A curiousity.
"Is that all you're bringing? I hope you've some paint in that bag."