Guy one? Her intuition was on the mark. Total hero type. Natural leader, strong sense of justice, so on and so forth. The kind of guy who, in Severs' experience, rarely dies of old age or natural causes. On one hand, that makes him nice and predictable - exactly what Severs likes people to be. On the other? He is definitely absolutely going to die here if he breaks away from the safety of the group to do some reckless solo horseshit.
Guy two... boy, she does not know where to begin with guy two. What's a "pokamon?" What kind of unnatural hellish Conjuration spell lets him summon a giant technicolor spider?? Did he - is he trying to call her charming??? He's talking a lot of common sense, but it's swaddled in so much wild unfamiliarity that she loses a few precious seconds to just staring in bewildered disbelief.
A quick shake of the head to clear her thoughts. Focus. Stay sharp.
"I can hit a skeever in the eye from two fields away. If you want something dead, have your familiar lend me the poison, and I'm not gonna miss." Neither of these men, at least, object to shooting to kill. That makes things much simpler. She looks down to the unfamiliar knife again, grimaces, then holds it out, hilt-first, to the heroic one.
"But splitting up is crazy. Why don't we compromise, hero? On our way out, we'll set something on fire, or knock something over, or let some livestock loose. Make a big distraction. Maybe free one or two people on the way, if we run into them. That'll give anyone else here a better shot at getting out, and it doesn't entail us loitering around here indefinitely trying to bumble into some indeterminate amount of fellow captives."
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Guy one? Her intuition was on the mark. Total hero type. Natural leader, strong sense of justice, so on and so forth. The kind of guy who, in Severs' experience, rarely dies of old age or natural causes. On one hand, that makes him nice and predictable - exactly what Severs likes people to be. On the other? He is definitely absolutely going to die here if he breaks away from the safety of the group to do some reckless solo horseshit.
Guy two... boy, she does not know where to begin with guy two. What's a "pokamon?" What kind of unnatural hellish Conjuration spell lets him summon a giant technicolor spider?? Did he - is he trying to call her charming??? He's talking a lot of common sense, but it's swaddled in so much wild unfamiliarity that she loses a few precious seconds to just staring in bewildered disbelief.
A quick shake of the head to clear her thoughts. Focus. Stay sharp.
"I can hit a skeever in the eye from two fields away. If you want something dead, have your familiar lend me the poison, and I'm not gonna miss." Neither of these men, at least, object to shooting to kill. That makes things much simpler. She looks down to the unfamiliar knife again, grimaces, then holds it out, hilt-first, to the heroic one.
"But splitting up is crazy. Why don't we compromise, hero? On our way out, we'll set something on fire, or knock something over, or let some livestock loose. Make a big distraction. Maybe free one or two people on the way, if we run into them. That'll give anyone else here a better shot at getting out, and it doesn't entail us loitering around here indefinitely trying to bumble into some indeterminate amount of fellow captives."