"Too bright." He'd set the broken spyglass, or what was left of it to the side before reaching for the bottle. He'd rip the cork out with his teeth and take a mighty swig shortly after. The the lanterns were set up in front of him, each was tied by the handle and left alone. "For now, we wait. Thirsty?" This was as much of a white flag as he was going to wave with her. An offer to sample his mediocre whiskey and a few hours to sit.Â
"Just how bright does that mage fire get, anyways?"
"Just how bright does that mage fire get, anyways?"
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
