[At the mention of cats, Essek's eyes flick curiously at the man's familiar. An apt choice then if the man is to compare himself to a cat -- familiars always felt too telling, many mages pick them on a whim and such things can tell a lot about someone, more than they often think. And to say the man before him - as dressed in rags and rather unkempt as he is - looks like a stray wouldn't be a lie.
When he meets Caleb's eyes again, he smiles - enigmatic though it curls wryly at the corners.]
Ah, an Empire saying, yes? Here, we have another. [His words lilt into a fluid and lyrically dark undercommon, before he translates.] A moorbounder's hunger will see it crushed beneath a mastodon's feet.
[Why was he so drawn to this man, his starlit eyes drowning in oceans. That he would almost give this man a warning before his offer, but the words slipped out naturally, like drops of blood from a bleeding heart.
Maybe he was just soft because of the despair that sat heavy on his chest.]
But, should you.. prove yourselves worthy of the Dynasty's favor, [he looks at everyone,] perhaps then avenues of your.. curiosity might become available.
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When he meets Caleb's eyes again, he smiles - enigmatic though it curls wryly at the corners.]
Ah, an Empire saying, yes? Here, we have another. [His words lilt into a fluid and lyrically dark undercommon, before he translates.] A moorbounder's hunger will see it crushed beneath a mastodon's feet.
[Why was he so drawn to this man, his starlit eyes drowning in oceans. That he would almost give this man a warning before his offer, but the words slipped out naturally, like drops of blood from a bleeding heart.
Maybe he was just soft because of the despair that sat heavy on his chest.]
But, should you.. prove yourselves worthy of the Dynasty's favor, [he looks at everyone,] perhaps then avenues of your.. curiosity might become available.