Barrow stalls a moment, in part caught off-guard by the initiation of talk, but also finding it necessary to choose his words. He takes a sip of his own ale, thinking on it.
"Fine," he concludes, but casts a pensive glance toward Flint. "...though there are more Riftwatchers than I'm comfortable with who seemed surprised the ballistae might ever be needed." He cocks an eyebrow, a tension in his face belying his restraint in speaking aloud the sort of comment that would get him yelled at on the crystal.
"Not sure everyone realizes we're fighting a war, Commander."
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Barrow stalls a moment, in part caught off-guard by the initiation of talk, but also finding it necessary to choose his words. He takes a sip of his own ale, thinking on it.
"Fine," he concludes, but casts a pensive glance toward Flint. "...though there are more Riftwatchers than I'm comfortable with who seemed surprised the ballistae might ever be needed."
He cocks an eyebrow, a tension in his face belying his restraint in speaking aloud the sort of comment that would get him yelled at on the crystal.
"Not sure everyone realizes we're fighting a war, Commander."