[The first part gets Thancred a faint, dismissive shrug. What he wanted to do for the world wasn't remotely one of Emet-Selch's concerns.]
Well... mayhaps not that close. [He allows, almost cheerfully.] But there may have been one or two moments where you weren't glaring at my presence, hand close to your blade- I count that as progress.
[In contrast, the Ascian affects a look of complete ease, though he could tell his tail would be twitching if it were free, and his ears are definitely more alert than relaxed.]
But I suppose I'll have to introduce myself again. Do try to remember it this time. And though I've carried many identities over the years, including that of Solus zos Galvus....
[He couldn't call up the mask this time, but ah well. He half-bows, politely.]
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Well... mayhaps not that close. [He allows, almost cheerfully.] But there may have been one or two moments where you weren't glaring at my presence, hand close to your blade- I count that as progress.
[In contrast, the Ascian affects a look of complete ease, though he could tell his tail would be twitching if it were free, and his ears are definitely more alert than relaxed.]
But I suppose I'll have to introduce myself again. Do try to remember it this time. And though I've carried many identities over the years, including that of Solus zos Galvus....
[He couldn't call up the mask this time, but ah well. He half-bows, politely.]
Emet-Selch. Ascian, as you may have surmised.