[Isn't it strange, how something simple said with such certainty can at once make something less like an idea and more like something obvious and already under way? And for a moment, Flint leaves it just there - a wary, calculated thing. As if he is somehow still gauging her even after what's already been said. He doesn't look past her; his attention is fixed, razor sharp, the ease in the line of his arm forgotten.
Then, apparently having made his decisions, he leans forward across the table by a degree.]
You joined the Inquisition out of Llomerryn, is that right?
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[Isn't it strange, how something simple said with such certainty can at once make something less like an idea and more like something obvious and already under way? And for a moment, Flint leaves it just there - a wary, calculated thing. As if he is somehow still gauging her even after what's already been said. He doesn't look past her; his attention is fixed, razor sharp, the ease in the line of his arm forgotten.
Then, apparently having made his decisions, he leans forward across the table by a degree.]
You joined the Inquisition out of Llomerryn, is that right?
[He's done his homework.]