[Estinien finishes his own glass with uncomfortable swiftness, placing it on the counter top beside him. He allows just as an uncomfortable silence fall between them (as well as he can with Alphinaud's sputtering. For the boy's sake, he ignores it. You're welcome) as he mulls around explaining his own woes, his own burden.
He decides against it.]
There are traps and tricks. She knows not mercy, and would sooner laugh in the face of the suffering than to relent her sickening wiles.
Do take care, Alphinaud. Whilst I fully intend to shield you from such perversion, I recognize the impossible. You must needs keep your wits about you.
[He says his warning with a deadly seriousness. Sure, Estinien often was serious, but there was something knowing behind his words.]
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[Estinien finishes his own glass with uncomfortable swiftness, placing it on the counter top beside him. He allows just as an uncomfortable silence fall between them (as well as he can with Alphinaud's sputtering. For the boy's sake, he ignores it. You're welcome) as he mulls around explaining his own woes, his own burden.
He decides against it.]
There are traps and tricks. She knows not mercy, and would sooner laugh in the face of the suffering than to relent her sickening wiles.
Do take care, Alphinaud. Whilst I fully intend to shield you from such perversion, I recognize the impossible. You must needs keep your wits about you.
[He says his warning with a deadly seriousness. Sure, Estinien often was serious, but there was something knowing behind his words.]