His head shifted in the direction of the voice, the fabric covering his face shaking with the movement. Fucking Antivan’s, he groaned irritated. “Oh, it’s sublime. I love the up close smell of sweat and despair.” Ruth was well aware feeling in his tethered leg was going numb as his body slowly spun. Attempting to see his potential rescuer or, likely the dealer of his demise, the elf tried to pull back enough of his layers.
“Well for one thing, I’m unarmed.” A complete lie, but as brows shrugged towards the pack still laying on the ground, Ruth continued. “Have a few knives, sure, but I’m a healer and a researcher. You hold all the cards, though, I’d argue I’m prettier.” His grin flashed smugly before his body spasmed in the trap, falling to a grimace. “This is entirely uncomfortable. I’ve lost sensation in my foot.. fuck.”
“Well for one thing, I’m unarmed.” A complete lie, but as brows shrugged towards the pack still laying on the ground, Ruth continued. “Have a few knives, sure, but I’m a healer and a researcher. You hold all the cards, though, I’d argue I’m prettier.” His grin flashed smugly before his body spasmed in the trap, falling to a grimace. “This is entirely uncomfortable. I’ve lost sensation in my foot.. fuck.”
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