[ There’s something kind of funny about someone so casually referring to his soul sight as “cool.” One corner of his mouth quirks ever so slightly in amusement, a brief shift in expression that’s there and gone again in the space of a breath. ]
So long as they’ve a soul, yes.
[ Or he imagines so, anyroad. This place plays havoc with his abilities more often than not, but his eyes have remained as keen as ever – even if a great majority of the time he has no idea what he’s looking at, in terms of the ambient aether here.
He makes a mental note of the name – Rowena, a supposedly powerful witch – with a nod of acknowledgement and moves on. ]
People hide things out of greed because they are greedy. ‘Tis nothing more to it.
[ When they get to the bar, Emet-Selch is content to give the bartender a simple order to busy himself with, so they’re not bombarded with asinine questions. How successful that proves to be remains to be seen. ]
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So long as they’ve a soul, yes.
[ Or he imagines so, anyroad. This place plays havoc with his abilities more often than not, but his eyes have remained as keen as ever – even if a great majority of the time he has no idea what he’s looking at, in terms of the ambient aether here.
He makes a mental note of the name – Rowena, a supposedly powerful witch – with a nod of acknowledgement and moves on. ]
People hide things out of greed because they are greedy. ‘Tis nothing more to it.
[ When they get to the bar, Emet-Selch is content to give the bartender a simple order to busy himself with, so they’re not bombarded with asinine questions. How successful that proves to be remains to be seen. ]