Nothing you and I can't handle. [She rests her elbows on the table and quirks a genuine smile - rather than the "trouble's coming" grin - at him.] Some trouble up past St. Coinach's Find. I wrote it down.
[It's not common knowledge among the general population that their hallowed Warrior of Light can't remember a damned thing unless she writes it down, but the Scions are very well aware of the failings of her short-term memory. She reaches into an interior pocket of her tailored coat, produces a small slip of paper, and reads directly from it.] Pack of hippogryphs that are unusually aggressive.
[She huffs as she puts the paper on the table.] I could not remember hippogryphs. [She tries, every now and again, to see if she can relate the particulars of information without her notes. Sometimes it works. This time, it did not.]
They shouldn't pose too much a challenge, but it's a little much for the average scholar. Care to join me?
no subject
[It's not common knowledge among the general population that their hallowed Warrior of Light can't remember a damned thing unless she writes it down, but the Scions are very well aware of the failings of her short-term memory. She reaches into an interior pocket of her tailored coat, produces a small slip of paper, and reads directly from it.] Pack of hippogryphs that are unusually aggressive.
[She huffs as she puts the paper on the table.] I could not remember hippogryphs. [She tries, every now and again, to see if she can relate the particulars of information without her notes. Sometimes it works. This time, it did not.]
They shouldn't pose too much a challenge, but it's a little much for the average scholar. Care to join me?