Well that's a first. [As she stands to leave, Alistair pats the Mabari on the back, giving him a caring look.] Right. We'll be right here, swapping war stories... or whatever manly thing is expected of us the night before a battle.
[Of course, Robyn will return to him still talking to the dog, but mostly telling him he's a very good boy and very clever. As she comes closer, he sits up, grinning at her bounty.]
Ah! Well. I suppose I should be the voice of reason, here, but when have I ever been known to do that? Hand one over. [He reaches for the ale, and once it's close enough for him to smell he regrets his choice immediately.]
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Well that's a first. [As she stands to leave, Alistair pats the Mabari on the back, giving him a caring look.] Right. We'll be right here, swapping war stories... or whatever manly thing is expected of us the night before a battle.
[Of course, Robyn will return to him still talking to the dog, but mostly telling him he's a very good boy and very clever. As she comes closer, he sits up, grinning at her bounty.]
Ah! Well. I suppose I should be the voice of reason, here, but when have I ever been known to do that? Hand one over.
[He reaches for the ale, and once it's close enough for him to smell he regrets his choice immediately.]