"Walk around. Breathe some air. Talk to your birds, or whatnot." He chugs the last of his cup, scrapes up to his feet. "Don't need to leave nowhere for that. Seagulls shitting all over this place - griffons're probably worse."
Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.
"Griffons?" Tav raises an eyebrow. "You've griffons here?"
Though the point is made: if Tav wants, he can make the best out of this incarceration. Or perhaps, really, he should stop complaining in general when there's so much else going on.
"Hell, kid. Look out your window." Lazar stretches a heavy arm, squints to the door. It's shift soon. "Dunno how Williams ever keeps 'em in the eyrie."
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Wait.
“Touch grass?” he asks, furrowing hus brow.
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Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.
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Though the point is made: if Tav wants, he can make the best out of this incarceration. Or perhaps, really, he should stop complaining in general when there's so much else going on.
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But they fly plenty.
"Well, I gotta piss. Thanks for the roll."
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