You're damn right I did! [Indignant, now.] Even without that big honkin' sword you've got, you've got claws and fangs, and with what I just saw, it would've been simple for you to gut me where I stood!
[Avandrel knows she's not the brightest bulb in the box--she's stood side by side with mages and priests and other scholarly types--but she wasn't born yesterday, either.]
I'm not sucker enough t'believe you wouldn't, if you thought you needed to. Or if you thought I really would've done you, gutting like a fish. Kill or be killed, eh?
But what in the Sunwell is a Warmblood?
[Not coming out and saying it, not yet, but since she's trying to turn the conversation to other things, and that pistol of hers has disappeared, it's probably becoming clear that fighting is not the first thing on the elf's mind.]
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[Avandrel knows she's not the brightest bulb in the box--she's stood side by side with mages and priests and other scholarly types--but she wasn't born yesterday, either.]
I'm not sucker enough t'believe you wouldn't, if you thought you needed to. Or if you thought I really would've done you, gutting like a fish. Kill or be killed, eh?
But what in the Sunwell is a Warmblood?
[Not coming out and saying it, not yet, but since she's trying to turn the conversation to other things, and that pistol of hers has disappeared, it's probably becoming clear that fighting is not the first thing on the elf's mind.]