[ If Ilias didn't already know, the lack of argument is indication enough of what sort of agreement this is. Limited. Not for the first time, he wonders if telling literally anyone else might have been a better idea. (He could have told Isaac, for example, instead of sticking his foot in it, and be having a monumentally better day right now.)
But if this is some kind of elaborate conspiracy, the first potential saboteurs to eliminate are the ones in this room.
He grimaces, swiping up a square of leather and a forceps before he moves for the pouch; sealed or no, he's not touching what's in there with his bare hands. ]
I found this, [ Out slides a small phial, glowing gently red — crystalline, not liquid. Red lyrium. ] in my examination of your great aunt.
[ ...And then seriously considered never telling you, you're welcome. ]
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But if this is some kind of elaborate conspiracy, the first potential saboteurs to eliminate are the ones in this room.
He grimaces, swiping up a square of leather and a forceps before he moves for the pouch; sealed or no, he's not touching what's in there with his bare hands. ]
I found this, [ Out slides a small phial, glowing gently red — crystalline, not liquid. Red lyrium. ] in my examination of your great aunt.
[ ...And then seriously considered never telling you, you're welcome. ]