Jager knew that laugh, and damn did he know it well. Too many times had he laughed like that in the face of Rourk, a man who had held more than just guns in front of his face like this. She was twisted in the head, that was for sure; he actually questioned the validity of her laughter. Points to you Zhav, for that one. Still, he didn't lower the barrel, but he did lower his voice. "I can just as easily sail on out of here. Dust my hands and cut all ties I have with Limsa." Which was to say, so very little at this moment. "Go 'head, show me how big them stones are, Z. I'll show you just how loud this thing is."Â
If she didn't say anything, he'd just lower it. If she did- and god damn it if it were a snark-ass reply, he'd laugh.. but then he'd lower it, too. It was hard to gauge him like this.
If she didn't say anything, he'd just lower it. If she did- and god damn it if it were a snark-ass reply, he'd laugh.. but then he'd lower it, too. It was hard to gauge him like this.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
