Ser, if you please, or knight-enchanter, [if I'd sat my vigil, Myr doesn't amend, foregoing his usual tidy precision to keep the joke rolling. It's a weird, white-knuckled kind of humor, when he's picking up on Everett's dread loud and clear and stomping ahead in the face of it anyway.
Even his consideration of others has got its limits, once he's pressed to them.
He unpacks the basket he's brought with crisp precision before reaching--reaching--ah, there it is, a chair to pull out and gesture Everett toward.]
Sit. Let's talk.
[He'll be producing the last of what he's brought--simple tumblers for the brandy; you didn't learn to appreciate alcohol right in the Circles--and pouring them both drinks.]
no subject
Even his consideration of others has got its limits, once he's pressed to them.
He unpacks the basket he's brought with crisp precision before reaching--reaching--ah, there it is, a chair to pull out and gesture Everett toward.]
Sit. Let's talk.
[He'll be producing the last of what he's brought--simple tumblers for the brandy; you didn't learn to appreciate alcohol right in the Circles--and pouring them both drinks.]