"I'm not half as good at this as I pretend to be, you know."
The whole spy thing. The cracks started showing months ago, even if no one noticed. He half mumbles the words, mostly to himself.
"I hate pretending to be someone I'm not all the time."
Because he has no idea who he is, really.
He will regret all of this tomorrow.
Not particularly wanting to pull himself any closer than strictly needed for their movements, he lowers his voice as they whirl within partial view of where the officials are dining.
"The graybeard in the uniform speaking to the queen is her uncle. He was around during the Arcanis negotiations, too."
It's nothing specific to Hayle, but he didn't point it out that time. He'd been cautious about what he shared from his short trips to Borrel and what he'd seen.
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The whole spy thing. The cracks started showing months ago, even if no one noticed. He half mumbles the words, mostly to himself.
"I hate pretending to be someone I'm not all the time."
Because he has no idea who he is, really.
He will regret all of this tomorrow.
Not particularly wanting to pull himself any closer than strictly needed for their movements, he lowers his voice as they whirl within partial view of where the officials are dining.
"The graybeard in the uniform speaking to the queen is her uncle. He was around during the Arcanis negotiations, too."
It's nothing specific to Hayle, but he didn't point it out that time. He'd been cautious about what he shared from his short trips to Borrel and what he'd seen.