[ And down comes his staff. Onto Emet-Selch's head like G'raha Tia is not poking at a beehive. Like he isn't dealing with one of the most fiercest and cunning foes they've had to contend with.
Because in all honesty he... Does not. Care. ]
Ah, apologies. Slipped from my grip, you see.
[ But then he will actually go to work. Placing his hand above the Ascian and locating the bundled up light-aspected aether. ]
no subject
Because in all honesty he... Does not. Care. ]
Ah, apologies. Slipped from my grip, you see.
[ But then he will actually go to work. Placing his hand above the Ascian and locating the bundled up light-aspected aether. ]