Siorus hasn't quite had time to smile about that first part before the second quashes the urge.
"Yeah," he says.
His pause isn't long enough for interjection. They're just him working his way through something. Trying to keep from scowling, with mixed results. Trying to keep from insisting on not being grouped in with them, also with mixed results.
"Good thing it never went to their heads." Their, not our. The mixed part. Dry. Angry. "Maybe it'll be different, if the Anderfels gets out from under this. Something'll have to be."
He lifts his canteen from his side in silent offer. It's watered-down wine, nothing flask-worthy, but if Lazar wants his mouth wet more than he wants his nerves numbed, it'll work.
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"Yeah," he says.
His pause isn't long enough for interjection. They're just him working his way through something. Trying to keep from scowling, with mixed results. Trying to keep from insisting on not being grouped in with them, also with mixed results.
"Good thing it never went to their heads." Their, not our. The mixed part. Dry. Angry. "Maybe it'll be different, if the Anderfels gets out from under this. Something'll have to be."
He lifts his canteen from his side in silent offer. It's watered-down wine, nothing flask-worthy, but if Lazar wants his mouth wet more than he wants his nerves numbed, it'll work.