Scaramouche watches how she unpacks everything. Tools and potions and what not. All that trouble for this hollow shell that is left of him. What a waste of time.
"Perhaps I should phrase it differently, Traveler." He might be tired, the mocking undertone doesn't leave his voice at all. "Do you trust me? Do you think there is still something inside of me that isn't consumed by anger? A good part? Would you wage the safety of your loved ones for this?"
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Scaramouche watches how she unpacks everything. Tools and potions and what not. All that trouble for this hollow shell that is left of him. What a waste of time.
"Perhaps I should phrase it differently, Traveler." He might be tired, the mocking undertone doesn't leave his voice at all. "Do you trust me? Do you think there is still something inside of me that isn't consumed by anger? A good part? Would you wage the safety of your loved ones for this?"