Flint doesn't laugh. As rumor would have it, it's possible that the concept is entirely foreign to him. But he does breath in a short, punctuating noise that falls somewhere between a grunt of assent and a scoff of disdain and maybe that's close enough to count if one is determined to find any shred of humor in the man. Barrow isn't wrong, seems to be the general sentiment. Indeed if Flint is at all surprised by the assessment, it seems to have more to do with the fact that it's been said aloud than it does with the facts of the thing.
He has himself another pull of warm ale, and then sets the cup aside.
"Riftwatch's ranks have shrunk considerably. The smaller our numbers, the more isolated we become from the heart of the conflict. I've little doubt that Granitefell has the look of bad luck, not inevitability."
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Date: 2023-11-28 06:14 am (UTC)He has himself another pull of warm ale, and then sets the cup aside.
"Riftwatch's ranks have shrunk considerably. The smaller our numbers, the more isolated we become from the heart of the conflict. I've little doubt that Granitefell has the look of bad luck, not inevitability."