[That gets a chuckle out of him.] Heh heh. Assets. [Can you believe he's nearly 40?
He looks over at her when she finds a poultice. Oh, good, she isn't about to try magicking him to health or anything. It's not that he doesn't trust the Inquisitor, he's just had enough of magic for the day.]
You are a saint. Er... a herald. You know what I mean.
[He scritches idly at the uninjured half of his bare chest.]
Next time, I'll try to take out the apostate first.
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He looks over at her when she finds a poultice. Oh, good, she isn't about to try magicking him to health or anything. It's not that he doesn't trust the Inquisitor, he's just had enough of magic for the day.]
You are a saint. Er... a herald. You know what I mean.
[He scritches idly at the uninjured half of his bare chest.]
Next time, I'll try to take out the apostate first.