[He accepts the invitation without a second thought, though it's notable, perhaps, that his arms move around himself almost as if he's trying to protect himself from something. What, exactly? ...He doesn't know. There's nothing about this environment or even Sam himself that makes him on edge or on guard. He knows what he has to do, how important it is that he says something to someone more capable than him of doing something to stop it.
But distrust follows him, wherever he goes. It's difficult. Not for reasons- any reason here- that makes sense. Something not making sense doesn't mean it's not difficult regardless.
As he enters, he waits for the door to close. And he lingers by it- as if he expects- somehow- that he's not to go any further.
And briskly, he gets on with it.]
There's a guy. Not human- looks like a lizard more than a person. Four arms, scaled skin. And he's an asshole.
[An asshole is the least of it. But.]
...He's doing something. Getting the locals worked up into wanting war on Solvunn. [He looks to Sam's face- then immediately away.] At first, it was a couple of other assholes. Then more started coming, and the crowd coming out to hear him're getting bigger and bigger. The government's not listening yet, but...
[His eyes raise to him. And then he shakes his head.]
THANK U... you're so kind ;; <3
[He accepts the invitation without a second thought, though it's notable, perhaps, that his arms move around himself almost as if he's trying to protect himself from something. What, exactly? ...He doesn't know. There's nothing about this environment or even Sam himself that makes him on edge or on guard. He knows what he has to do, how important it is that he says something to someone more capable than him of doing something to stop it.
But distrust follows him, wherever he goes. It's difficult. Not for reasons- any reason here- that makes sense. Something not making sense doesn't mean it's not difficult regardless.
As he enters, he waits for the door to close. And he lingers by it- as if he expects- somehow- that he's not to go any further.
And briskly, he gets on with it.]
There's a guy. Not human- looks like a lizard more than a person. Four arms, scaled skin. And he's an asshole.
[An asshole is the least of it. But.]
...He's doing something. Getting the locals worked up into wanting war on Solvunn. [He looks to Sam's face- then immediately away.] At first, it was a couple of other assholes. Then more started coming, and the crowd coming out to hear him're getting bigger and bigger. The government's not listening yet, but...
[His eyes raise to him. And then he shakes his head.]
S'all. Thought you'd wanna know.