"Yeah Onyx...doesn't stay in his own league. Sorry about him." Jevan shakes his head in exasperation before looking back at the Drow.
"...yeah...the footroads at least...why?"
@swiftoffeet He looks at his raven, then back at Jevan.
"For the record, she thinks Onyx is an absolute fool. She is very vocal about it.
So I assume you know these lands well? Considering you must be travelling back and forth through here?"
"The murdered lie silent. The raven asks - will you be their voice? "โโHe Who Was๏ผ maybe little player meet this Shadar-kai with a white raven. he has some strange way to punish guilty souls by stab himself.๐#baldursgate3
"I doubt she would care at all." He briefly wondered when he had agreed to this โ had he at all? and to what exactly? โ and why he wasn't more concerned about it. His posture remained stiff, cautious.
"What did you have in mind, then?"
With a gentle smile, Abdirak approached the other, every step slow and sincere to exude his sincerity. Ultimately he used his body language to convey respect, comfort...And interest.
"So, she would not mind me offering to steal you away, for a little while?"
@swiftoffeet "And yet you are here."
His own raven makes a mocking noise, clearly disapproving of the other's behaviour.
"I am.. working, of sorts. I have been sent here to retrieve valuable.. items. What about you?"
For the first time since they met, He Who Was was too dumbfounded to reply. His social ineptitude was getting the better of him. Either the priest was messing with him or he was misreading the situation. Maybe both? His mouth felt dry.
"I.. do not."
There was a moment where Abdirak seethed, yet pulled himself together the second he clicked onto the other's ploy.
"Oh for I was a fool. If Loviatar hasn't relieved me of all my pain, will you?"
death is a familiar friend of mine. i have learned to love it's grip on my throat as my vision blurs ; only to wake once again, waiting for it's next embrace.