This elicits a snort from the man across the table—a certain curling of the lip and a wrinkling of the nose. It is a brief, but blatant flash of something very like impatience and shockingly candid in its shape for a man who is so thoroughly opaque for so many hours of the day.
He raises his cup, saying,
"Unfortunately, there would seem to be little means by which to cross that particular gap."
And takes a brisk sip of lukewarm ale. This southern mage business is a shit show.
Although Barrow's face remains pleasantly impassive, the Commander's reaction is carefully filed away to be considered more deeply later. It's not that it's rare to find someone with such an view, especially among the native Thedosians, but for Flint to be demonstrating a genuine opinion at all is novel in itself.
"Dunno," Barrow muses, after letting the silence draw between them for a while, "maybe someday." He sips at his own ale, his gaze drifting over the muggy tavern, "...and in the meantime, maybe I'll tell them the most devoted students can vote on who to launch into the harbor."
"Small pleasures," sounds vaguely like approval. Sure. That would probably do it too.
To a similar end, Flint drains what remains of his cup's contents and sets the tankard aside. The point of his attention swivels back toward the door, searching out the latest individual to have come through it for the purpose of sussing out how soaking wet they are.
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He raises his cup, saying,
"Unfortunately, there would seem to be little means by which to cross that particular gap."
And takes a brisk sip of lukewarm ale. This southern mage business is a shit show.
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"Dunno," Barrow muses, after letting the silence draw between them for a while, "maybe someday." He sips at his own ale, his gaze drifting over the muggy tavern, "...and in the meantime, maybe I'll tell them the most devoted students can vote on who to launch into the harbor."
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To a similar end, Flint drains what remains of his cup's contents and sets the tankard aside. The point of his attention swivels back toward the door, searching out the latest individual to have come through it for the purpose of sussing out how soaking wet they are.