Ruth let out a quiet sigh, a little disappointed that their flirting wouldn’t go beyond an exchange of words. “Careful, Shaw will tell you. I am trouble,” he chuckled, grin curling at the corners. “And I’ll bring rum, I prefer rum.” Whisky was fine, but stung bitterly the day after. Somehow Zevran didn’t strike him as the sort to be as sour in the morning. No, there was some fun to be enjoyed if and when the opportunity arose. But alas, not tonight.
Amusement broadened across the healer's face, “Not to mention the shambling skeletons if you accidentally trigger something. Ruined too many a good cloak.” Tombs were fickle and tricky, capable of mild to mortal injury if not carefully examined. The addition of creatures skulking about just made them all the more fun though. “I dunno.. They light up quick with all that dust.” Not that he condoned setting them and their webs on fire, but sometimes one grew desperate when facing down some rather poisonous fangs, alone.
“Well… it smells nice?” he was sure that was half the battle sometimes. “Still… shame about the lack of booze.”
Amusement broadened across the healer's face, “Not to mention the shambling skeletons if you accidentally trigger something. Ruined too many a good cloak.” Tombs were fickle and tricky, capable of mild to mortal injury if not carefully examined. The addition of creatures skulking about just made them all the more fun though. “I dunno.. They light up quick with all that dust.” Not that he condoned setting them and their webs on fire, but sometimes one grew desperate when facing down some rather poisonous fangs, alone.
“Well… it smells nice?” he was sure that was half the battle sometimes. “Still… shame about the lack of booze.”
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