Time's ticking down on his standing comfort, so he gathers up his crutch and... chicken purse... which he tucks under his arm like a little deflated football. Its beady eye stares at Rhys almost judgementally.]
I think the Navarch knows exactly what to expect, should any of us be permitted to fiddle. [A good word that sounds good coming out of his mouth.] Best to avoid attracting too much of her attention for now.
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Time's ticking down on his standing comfort, so he gathers up his crutch and... chicken purse... which he tucks under his arm like a little deflated football. Its beady eye stares at Rhys almost judgementally.]
I think the Navarch knows exactly what to expect, should any of us be permitted to fiddle. [A good word that sounds good coming out of his mouth.] Best to avoid attracting too much of her attention for now.