There's a brief, ugly calculus that takes place - the odds that Tav'd follow him blindly into Darktown, against the chance he's got anything worth taking -
Eh. Bad investment.
"You got boots," Lazar yawns, rubs at his chin. "Find an elf 'round here if you want an escort."
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Date: 2024-03-20 04:54 am (UTC)Eh. Bad investment.
"You got boots," Lazar yawns, rubs at his chin. "Find an elf 'round here if you want an escort."