Things I'd sure as hell never seen the like of. I don't know what to call them other than "sea monsters." [This is a lie; he's heard a few names being put to them--"kraken," "cetus"--and it isn't like him ever to try and sound less knowledgeable about a thing than he actually is, but he doesn't want to have to describe them, or think too hard about them.]
Should I have pretended we were running out of ship's biscuit, then? Apparently it would've gotten us rescued faster. [But it's enough, somehow, just to hear it said aloud that Myr misses his company. Even if it's a general "you"--but he doesn't think it is.]
Why would I want to spar with a Warden? Darkspawn-sniffing bastards are all too far up their own behinds to hold a sword. And the only other templar around is Norrington. [Norrington does not get the formality of a title when he's not within earshot.] No, it's awful slim pickings. I'll just save it up for when I'm back. I suppose you'll want to stay in practice, though...
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Should I have pretended we were running out of ship's biscuit, then? Apparently it would've gotten us rescued faster. [But it's enough, somehow, just to hear it said aloud that Myr misses his company. Even if it's a general "you"--but he doesn't think it is.]
Why would I want to spar with a Warden? Darkspawn-sniffing bastards are all too far up their own behinds to hold a sword. And the only other templar around is Norrington. [Norrington does not get the formality of a title when he's not within earshot.] No, it's awful slim pickings. I'll just save it up for when I'm back. I suppose you'll want to stay in practice, though...