[ There is something to throwing one's voice--a trick that G'raha had employed earlier on when he had been "gently coercing" the Warrior of Light around Eorzea, doing little fetch quests for him--and another thing entirely to actually manifesting it from elsewhere.
Again, fascinating, as is this man's technique. What is it about this piece of fabric that ties into the spell? Is it already enchanted? Blessed? A piece of something mythical or woven from threads of a special type of aether? Twelve, he has so many questions and is confident there will be time for it afterwards. These burglars, arguing amongst themselves, seem less of a threat and more of a nuisance until they mention that they have gone so far as to kill off one of their colleagues. Hm.
G'raha leans in when he sees the movement, his ears perking up so that he can hear his partner-in-crime's words more clearly. "Handle them"? To the question, he nods. ]
Yes.
[ With a more serious expression, G'raha refocuses his gaze on "Davey". Should they deal with him, the others are likely to follow. Yes, he has an idea. ]
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Again, fascinating, as is this man's technique. What is it about this piece of fabric that ties into the spell? Is it already enchanted? Blessed? A piece of something mythical or woven from threads of a special type of aether? Twelve, he has so many questions and is confident there will be time for it afterwards. These burglars, arguing amongst themselves, seem less of a threat and more of a nuisance until they mention that they have gone so far as to kill off one of their colleagues. Hm.
G'raha leans in when he sees the movement, his ears perking up so that he can hear his partner-in-crime's words more clearly. "Handle them"? To the question, he nods. ]
Yes.
[ With a more serious expression, G'raha refocuses his gaze on "Davey". Should they deal with him, the others are likely to follow. Yes, he has an idea. ]
I will follow your head.