He pins his fingers against one edge of the map to help keep it in place. (He'd like to scold them for jumping on his furniture, but what's the alternative? They're right.)
"Pah. So you have a hoard of these, and you're bringing them to me in a trickle on purpose. A cunning market manipulator you are." ...He's not serious. Is he?
Maybe not, because he moves on too quickly for it to be some real accusation he wants to resolve. If they're watching, the Knight might see him pore over the map a little more closely than they perhaps expected. He lingers. Slides his fingers from the edge to the Abyss, and taps a different part of it.
"This." Straight edges, patterning. He's pointing at the lighthouse, of all things. "How did you get - never mind. This is a building?" He'll stick to yes-or-nos for now.
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Date: 2022-11-04 09:01 pm (UTC)"Pah. So you have a hoard of these, and you're bringing them to me in a trickle on purpose. A cunning market manipulator you are." ...He's not serious. Is he?
Maybe not, because he moves on too quickly for it to be some real accusation he wants to resolve. If they're watching, the Knight might see him pore over the map a little more closely than they perhaps expected. He lingers. Slides his fingers from the edge to the Abyss, and taps a different part of it.
"This." Straight edges, patterning. He's pointing at the lighthouse, of all things. "How did you get - never mind. This is a building?" He'll stick to yes-or-nos for now.