Frit laughs and Harrowheart finds himself laughing too. It's infectious! And that's exactly as they said, isn't it? Cold though he may be, the laugh warmed him right up. It puts him in a better mood when it's time to ignore Arvid's unfortunate worry for Ragna's impossible-to-ignore advice.
He huddles in close as he listens, as if her words might slip away in the few inches between them, and he looks off into the distance rather than directly at her. All his focus is on absorbing what she's going to say. She is, after all, the expert, is she not?...
When she's said what she's said – and it's both plain and cryptic to him at once – he stands straight again and, though he isn't sure he truly follows, nods. Rules. Rules he understands. "Xenia," he whispers with another little nod. "Remember Xenia. And... If things get bad... Another Durant. Any other Durant. A witness. To keep us both level."
And then, though it's certainly not the right thing to do, he leans in close and whispers into her ear, "Don't tell your father, and don't tell the gods, but where I come from? A necromancer is a very dangerous thing. And where I come from, we get rid of very dangerous things. I think before this night's over I'm gonna be real, real grateful for your advice." Yeah, uh, maybe so much for nice draugr?
He leans away then and stops himself short before he pats her shoulder. These people probably don't want to be touched any more than they have to be. Instead he smiles at everyone present, especially poor Mr. Nyström, and says, "Y'know? Y'all have been real nice folks to me tonight. And you know I just love Runa to bits, really I do. If any of you ever need anything from me? Anything at all? Please tell Runa to tell me, okay? I don't care if it's somethin' silly or somethin' real, real serious. Free of charge and no questions asked, I'm your draugr."
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Date: 2017-07-02 12:20 am (UTC)He huddles in close as he listens, as if her words might slip away in the few inches between them, and he looks off into the distance rather than directly at her. All his focus is on absorbing what she's going to say. She is, after all, the expert, is she not?...
When she's said what she's said – and it's both plain and cryptic to him at once – he stands straight again and, though he isn't sure he truly follows, nods. Rules. Rules he understands. "Xenia," he whispers with another little nod. "Remember Xenia. And... If things get bad... Another Durant. Any other Durant. A witness. To keep us both level."
And then, though it's certainly not the right thing to do, he leans in close and whispers into her ear, "Don't tell your father, and don't tell the gods, but where I come from? A necromancer is a very dangerous thing. And where I come from, we get rid of very dangerous things. I think before this night's over I'm gonna be real, real grateful for your advice." Yeah, uh, maybe so much for nice draugr?
He leans away then and stops himself short before he pats her shoulder. These people probably don't want to be touched any more than they have to be. Instead he smiles at everyone present, especially poor Mr. Nyström, and says, "Y'know? Y'all have been real nice folks to me tonight. And you know I just love Runa to bits, really I do. If any of you ever need anything from me? Anything at all? Please tell Runa to tell me, okay? I don't care if it's somethin' silly or somethin' real, real serious. Free of charge and no questions asked, I'm your draugr."