[ For a brief second, Emet-Selch wonders at the merits of tipping this man from his chair and into the pool. It would be an easy thing to do, just grab hold and heave, but G’raha has stopped his goading for the moment, so it would feel perhaps a step too far.
The night is young, yet, and he may still find some excuse.
Golden eyes flick down to see if he can get a glimpse at what the other is writing, but he sure doesn’t expect the conversation to just up and continue. ]
What? Stuck here the same as you? I do not relish it anymore than you do, believe me.
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The night is young, yet, and he may still find some excuse.
Golden eyes flick down to see if he can get a glimpse at what the other is writing, but he sure doesn’t expect the conversation to just up and continue. ]
What? Stuck here the same as you? I do not relish it anymore than you do, believe me.