[ It may just be because Iorveth feels lightheaded in general, but he swears he sees Damris roll his eyes as he walks into the room.
The room is... plain. Bare-boned, furnished only with the essentials of a bed, a bedside dresser, a wardrobe, a desk, and－ perhaps cruelly－ a mirror. Everything looks distinctly secondhand, if not thirdhand, and there's a pile of clothes in various states of wearability folded and sitting in a corner. The only thing that gives the place a little color is the alchemy set on the desk, as well-used as the furniture surrounding it.
Damris makes his way towards it, and pulls out one of the drawers to fish out a small syringe full of translucent, reddish fluid.
"I also want you to promise me one more thing," he says, as he holds the syringe behind his back. "If you're going to go after Master Alkam, I want you to render him unconscious. Don't kill him."
Huh. A strange request. Iorveth lifts a brow, having expected to be requested the opposite. ]
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The room is... plain. Bare-boned, furnished only with the essentials of a bed, a bedside dresser, a wardrobe, a desk, and－ perhaps cruelly－ a mirror. Everything looks distinctly secondhand, if not thirdhand, and there's a pile of clothes in various states of wearability folded and sitting in a corner. The only thing that gives the place a little color is the alchemy set on the desk, as well-used as the furniture surrounding it.
Damris makes his way towards it, and pulls out one of the drawers to fish out a small syringe full of translucent, reddish fluid.
"I also want you to promise me one more thing," he says, as he holds the syringe behind his back. "If you're going to go after Master Alkam, I want you to render him unconscious. Don't kill him."
Huh. A strange request. Iorveth lifts a brow, having expected to be requested the opposite. ]