[ If his life weren't on the line, G'raha Tia would absolutely take that bet. The candor of the Exarch isn't required anymore and he can be just as petty as he feels. Which is quite a bit.
But, it is, so G'raha wisely keeps his lips sealed shut as the subsequent attempt fails. He can feel the fur on his tail and ears standing up on end as the aether struggles to find its balance.
On the third, G'raha finds himself stumbling forward, suddenly without the ancient at his side, holding him steady. He blinks several times, looking about to seeing Emet-Selch oh so conveniently on the other side of the glass.
The glass that has proven to be impervious to magic. That now contains one G'raha Tia, former Crystal Exarch and general nuisance to one Emet-Selch, packaged up and ready to drown. It would hardly be Emet-Selch's fault, wouldn't it? Should he leave it as is. He tried. It just wasn't met to be. And their dear mutual friend isn't around to ensure he plays well with others.
G'raha straightens, fists at his sides.
He well understands his fate is in Emet-Selch's hands. ]
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But, it is, so G'raha wisely keeps his lips sealed shut as the subsequent attempt fails. He can feel the fur on his tail and ears standing up on end as the aether struggles to find its balance.
On the third, G'raha finds himself stumbling forward, suddenly without the ancient at his side, holding him steady. He blinks several times, looking about to seeing Emet-Selch oh so conveniently on the other side of the glass.
The glass that has proven to be impervious to magic. That now contains one G'raha Tia, former Crystal Exarch and general nuisance to one Emet-Selch, packaged up and ready to drown. It would hardly be Emet-Selch's fault, wouldn't it? Should he leave it as is. He tried. It just wasn't met to be. And their dear mutual friend isn't around to ensure he plays well with others.
G'raha straightens, fists at his sides.
He well understands his fate is in Emet-Selch's hands. ]