[ This isn't his first sickbay. If the Gallows owns an advantage, it’s that no one’s dying in here - ten years on, and the smell of Declan’s clipped intestines has never quite left him. The sour air of his mother’s blankets.
There's no one dying in here. But he's lingered longer than he'd like. ]
A helmet, yesterday. [ A crinkled smile: He's joking. ] I'm well. Some things just take time.
[ Cedric stoops up, cracking stiff joints. Casually - or it might be, if he weren't maintaining direct eye contact with the one on the left, he calls - ]
[Some things do take time, Tav silently agrees. He’d been so caught up in the rush of trying to save Baldur’s Gate, destroying the Absolute, removing taspoles that sitting still seems impossible.
He pivots when Cedric addresses the NPCs guards, dressed in vaguely piratey uniforms.
[ Baeron and Kinnear. Alright. See if he can hang on to that much.
Cedric doesn't hold any authority here, but maybe he doesn't need it. Just matters they know they're being watched. Problems look a lot like people sometimes - he's got ideas on how a Tevene pirate might solve them.
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There's no one dying in here. But he's lingered longer than he'd like. ]
A helmet, yesterday. [ A crinkled smile: He's joking. ] I'm well. Some things just take time.
[ Cedric stoops up, cracking stiff joints. Casually - or it might be, if he weren't maintaining direct eye contact with the one on the left, he calls - ]
Don't think I caught your names, serahs,
[ To the guards. ]
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He pivots when Cedric addresses the
NPCsguards, dressed in vaguely piratey uniforms.The one on the left,] Baeron, ser.
[And the right,] Kinnear.
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Cedric doesn't hold any authority here, but maybe he doesn't need it. Just matters they know they're being watched. Problems look a lot like people sometimes - he's got ideas on how a Tevene pirate might solve them.
He pauses at the door, turns to nod, ]
My thanks again, Tav. Catch you around.
[ Before disappearing into the blurry day. ]