[as soon as sayano says "the realm is at stake," alfeoux closes his eyes. he leans back, slowly, into his chair as she speaks. his head has met the back of it by the time she finishes her series of rhetorical questions; he winds up staring dead into the ceiling beams, as if he is praying for divine providence to spare him this fate.
divine providence comes in the form of the hyuran barkeep from downstairs, coming upstairs to secure an order for one of the brume patrons, perhaps. alfeoux flags him down with a lazy flick of his gloved hand. he does not even turn his gaze toward the man as he speaks.]
...Emond, will you tell Gibrillont I'd like a bottle of my usual?
[shrugging, emond wanders off toward the forgotten knight's proprietor, sparing alfeoux the effort of doing so himself. sighing, alfeoux snaps his neck back into place, fixing sayano with his usual steely glare.]
Pray forgive me. Your speech was just so inspiring that I decided I needed some liquor with which to swallow it.
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divine providence comes in the form of the hyuran barkeep from downstairs, coming upstairs to secure an order for one of the brume patrons, perhaps. alfeoux flags him down with a lazy flick of his gloved hand. he does not even turn his gaze toward the man as he speaks.]
...Emond, will you tell Gibrillont I'd like a bottle of my usual?
[shrugging, emond wanders off toward the forgotten knight's proprietor, sparing alfeoux the effort of doing so himself. sighing, alfeoux snaps his neck back into place, fixing sayano with his usual steely glare.]
Pray forgive me. Your speech was just so inspiring that I decided I needed some liquor with which to swallow it.