[He's tired of slowing them down. If it isn't with the horses, then it's with an injury not yet fully healed, still sending dull throbs of pain up and down his torso. It's only made riding more of a trial. And Stephen, who's often sarcastic and no-nonsense on a good day, knows that he has more of an edge to his words than normal. More than what's fair, and he finds himself often biting his tongue to spare the other two from his flagging patience born of weariness and pain.
He's already (slowly) dismounted, reaching into his bag for a thaumametor by the time Thancred strides over to him. He barely gives him more than a grunt of an acknowledgment as he takes the device; if he wants to set things up, then so be it.]
Right, just imagine one of these going smoothly for a change.
[In response to Yennefer. There isn't any blame to be found in the statement--after all, he's the one carting around an injury, and it frustrates him--but he is tired. And exasperated. And could really use those accommodations Thancred's mentioned.
Stephen leans an arm against his horse's saddle while his other hand gingerly rests at his middle. He'll observe from here, thanks.]
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He's already (slowly) dismounted, reaching into his bag for a thaumametor by the time Thancred strides over to him. He barely gives him more than a grunt of an acknowledgment as he takes the device; if he wants to set things up, then so be it.]
Right, just imagine one of these going smoothly for a change.
[In response to Yennefer. There isn't any blame to be found in the statement--after all, he's the one carting around an injury, and it frustrates him--but he is tired. And exasperated. And could really use those accommodations Thancred's mentioned.
Stephen leans an arm against his horse's saddle while his other hand gingerly rests at his middle. He'll observe from here, thanks.]