Hmmm. An eyebrow rises, watching his opponent openly as he considers the offer. It's almost a disappointment, if Cadeyrn couldn't admit that the teacher has good sense, and quite a handful of patience. The dithering around the information is not in his favour, but the soldier knows better than to spit on freely given offerings.
Alright, he'll play along then. He nods his agreement, wrings the rag he'd been using free of water, and sets it atop the faucet to dry, before he steps along to the teacher's side.
"You may start with this;" because Cadeyrn's patience itself is not limitless, and he is eager to figure out what fool the dead gods are playing him for. "Where are we? This is not Amarilys." A fact. He would not have allowed any part of--
That's... not quite true. But he doesn't want any part of Amarilys to be so broken. To be so rotten from the core.
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Date: 1 Nov 2022 23:33 (UTC)Alright, he'll play along then. He nods his agreement, wrings the rag he'd been using free of water, and sets it atop the faucet to dry, before he steps along to the teacher's side.
"You may start with this;" because Cadeyrn's patience itself is not limitless, and he is eager to figure out what fool the dead gods are playing him for. "Where are we? This is not Amarilys." A fact. He would not have allowed any part of--
That's... not quite true. But he doesn't want any part of Amarilys to be so broken. To be so rotten from the core.