Gabe leans back in his chair, head tilted. Miming the eye contact he can't make anymore. But it makes people uneasy when he doesn't. It makes them pay attention to him in ways he can't always control and so that shit has to be stowed, it has to be managed. Hungover or not, bad mood or not, he controls himself, always.
"That'd be the Duchess," he replies blandly. "The local god-ruler, pretty much, so you can imagine how that's going."
He's got a feeling this man is clever. Unfortunately, clever men tend to be dangerous when left to their own devices.
"And people around here can solve their annoying problems by fucking killing people and resurrecting their asses, so you might wanna factor that into the equation."
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Gabe leans back in his chair, head tilted. Miming the eye contact he can't make anymore. But it makes people uneasy when he doesn't. It makes them pay attention to him in ways he can't always control and so that shit has to be stowed, it has to be managed. Hungover or not, bad mood or not, he controls himself, always.
"That'd be the Duchess," he replies blandly. "The local god-ruler, pretty much, so you can imagine how that's going."
He's got a feeling this man is clever. Unfortunately, clever men tend to be dangerous when left to their own devices.
"And people around here can solve their annoying problems by fucking killing people and resurrecting their asses, so you might wanna factor that into the equation."