Silas arches a brow to himself as he reaches to turn the dagger. Yes, how curious.
There is stew to spoon into the bowl Ellis has given him while the rabbit drips flashes of oil into the fire. Nearly done. Careful not to spill. He tucks his ankles in criss cross, the bowl placed at his feet to free up his hands for a second dagger to work a haunch off the stake of the first, blackened tendon cracking as it goes, claws and all.
“Is there anything I could say you would be pleased to hear?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Without ‘Merrill’ or the means to experiment without risk of contaminating ourselves I assume we will need to plead our case to the Inquisition and hope they have Warden mages versed in blood magic to spare.”
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Date: 2021-09-24 04:09 am (UTC)There is stew to spoon into the bowl Ellis has given him while the rabbit drips flashes of oil into the fire. Nearly done. Careful not to spill. He tucks his ankles in criss cross, the bowl placed at his feet to free up his hands for a second dagger to work a haunch off the stake of the first, blackened tendon cracking as it goes, claws and all.
“Is there anything I could say you would be pleased to hear?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Without ‘Merrill’ or the means to experiment without risk of contaminating ourselves I assume we will need to plead our case to the Inquisition and hope they have Warden mages versed in blood magic to spare.”