[ He accepts the bottle with a soft noise. ] And trigger a lecture on how an artist never lets the audience dictate his music?
[ He sets the vial on the nearby table. With luck, the storms will be over soon and he needn't rely on it too long, but the truth is, he's beginning to wonder if things will get worse before they get better. If they get better. As much as he isn't one to acknowledge portents of doom, there is an undeniably calamitous edge to all this fucking lightning.
Speaking of. ]
Not really. [ He hesitates. He didn't come here to bring it up, but—mm. It's a bit more than a personal loss, isn't it? What happened. ] Something in Solvunn took one of us.
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[ He sets the vial on the nearby table. With luck, the storms will be over soon and he needn't rely on it too long, but the truth is, he's beginning to wonder if things will get worse before they get better. If they get better. As much as he isn't one to acknowledge portents of doom, there is an undeniably calamitous edge to all this fucking lightning.
Speaking of. ]
Not really. [ He hesitates. He didn't come here to bring it up, but—mm. It's a bit more than a personal loss, isn't it? What happened. ] Something in Solvunn took one of us.