That's— ( their shoulders heave with a silent sigh ) exactly what had I expected.
( oh well. taking his poem into their gloved hands, rutile skims quickly over the words, brow knitting as they read about moons breaking, and their riches... leaning closer into the page, they read on. by the time they're finished, the page is again extended out at arms length, as their head tilts. )
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( oh well.
taking his poem into their gloved hands, rutile skims quickly over the words, brow knitting as they read about moons breaking, and their riches... leaning closer into the page, they read on. by the time they're finished, the page is again extended out at arms length, as their head tilts. )
Did you... burn down a castle? With your stove?