[Oh, though Emet may be the master of many things, the holder of a knowledge lost otherwise to time and age and death, an ancient being of untold and unimaginable power-
Sigr reaches up and draws a line in the air. One for him. He knows he caught the Ascian with that one.]
Yes, which is why I asked it of you.
[Yes, suggesting Emet is not so much a gentleman.]
I know I'm not. [There is a tilt of his head in Emet's direction, a flash of fang in a grin. It could almost be said he might, just might, be flirting with the enemy... quite literally.
Maybe it's an attempt to get one back for the incredible blow Emet had dealt to his mental landscape that had led him to sitting here, staring at paintings as ancient as the world.]
Ha, Emet is for once caught unawares! Sigr: 1 Emet: ...like a 1000 but Sigr tries
Sigr reaches up and draws a line in the air. One for him. He knows he caught the Ascian with that one.]
Yes, which is why I asked it of you.
[Yes, suggesting Emet is not so much a gentleman.]
I know I'm not. [There is a tilt of his head in Emet's direction, a flash of fang in a grin. It could almost be said he might, just might, be flirting with the enemy... quite literally.
Maybe it's an attempt to get one back for the incredible blow Emet had dealt to his mental landscape that had led him to sitting here, staring at paintings as ancient as the world.]