[ Jorah might say the same for himself -- not that anyone would guess from the state of the boiled leather and steel plate he’s clad in. Most of what he buys these days comes in a bottle. Or a gascan.
Skeets’ stipulations regarding privacy give him pause again. Guilt threatens to creep back in around his eyes despite the stony grip of his jaw, all gristle and scruff and slow-leeching doubt.
He doesn’t have much of a poker face. ]
I’d like to know if she’s in danger, [ he says by way of agreement, a look aside to Skeets’ glossy carapace dry under acknowledgement that this isn’t the most appropriate way to go about it. ] Or if I am.
What sort of information on other worlds are you looking for?
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Skeets’ stipulations regarding privacy give him pause again. Guilt threatens to creep back in around his eyes despite the stony grip of his jaw, all gristle and scruff and slow-leeching doubt.
He doesn’t have much of a poker face. ]
I’d like to know if she’s in danger, [ he says by way of agreement, a look aside to Skeets’ glossy carapace dry under acknowledgement that this isn’t the most appropriate way to go about it. ] Or if I am.
What sort of information on other worlds are you looking for?