[ He has to wonder if the lift is only up here or if it were downstairs, as well. He feels as though at least one of them would've noticed a metal box with some buttons upon it. Admittedly, neither he nor Jaskier would have thought to look for one, which means the responsibility falls squarely upon Thancred's shoulders.
He looks at Moglad, who grips his sword protectively but with a sort of pride, as well. His eyes return to Thancred. There is an implication in his gaze that he has never been called dramatic once in his life (he has, multiple times) and does not wish to hear it again.
He steps into the box alongside Jaskier, who pats Thancred as though he were already planning out his eulogy in his head. ] I suggest you don't, unless you want me to burn your corpse.
[ Not that anyone's dying. Probably. Today, at any rate.
They should just go. He pushes the button that indicates it is meant to close the doors. ]
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He looks at Moglad, who grips his sword protectively but with a sort of pride, as well. His eyes return to Thancred. There is an implication in his gaze that he has never been called dramatic once in his life (he has, multiple times) and does not wish to hear it again.
He steps into the box alongside Jaskier, who pats Thancred as though he were already planning out his eulogy in his head. ] I suggest you don't, unless you want me to burn your corpse.
[ Not that anyone's dying. Probably. Today, at any rate.
They should just go. He pushes the button that indicates it is meant to close the doors. ]