[ He is, indeed, pointing the very same blade at her that she gifted him some months ago—but once recognition sweeps over his face, he lowers his weapon a fraction of an inch, blinking in the sudden dull light of Aymr. ]
Oh. It's just you.
[ Just you, as though that fact shouldn't be more cause for alarm. By this point, he doesn't think it is, so after a moment longer he turns his blade back and sheathes it once more. No point in waving it around in these cramped passages unless there's a real threat upon them. Still frowning, but he's not like to stab her.
Presumably, she's out here for half the same reasons he is—reconnaissance in a new place like this is valuable. ]
It reeks of Cwyld down here, [ he mutters, because he feels like she should know. ] They're no safer than Aefenglom—just more isolated.
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Oh. It's just you.
[ Just you, as though that fact shouldn't be more cause for alarm. By this point, he doesn't think it is, so after a moment longer he turns his blade back and sheathes it once more. No point in waving it around in these cramped passages unless there's a real threat upon them. Still frowning, but he's not like to stab her.
Presumably, she's out here for half the same reasons he is—reconnaissance in a new place like this is valuable. ]
It reeks of Cwyld down here, [ he mutters, because he feels like she should know. ] They're no safer than Aefenglom—just more isolated.