[the wizard jerks back with a half-swallowed yelp, but not quickly enough. Rincewind finds himself jerked forward, a bunched bundle of maroon, star-printed sweater caught in the pale grip of a madman. ]
What? I didn't - ! I wouldn't - !
[he scrambles for distance and a thread of coherence, both tangled, balancing on his tilting bar-stool. There's a gruff protest from the barman at this excitement, noticeably absent of any real interest to intervene; he seems more concerned about errant elbows near his glassware.]
Your - [Rincewind seizes on the desperate, linguistic connection of sister to brother, queen to king, in an attempt to appeal.] - your grace, your kingship, really, I don't know anything more than her name.
[Not entirely true, but now's hardly the time for particulars.
Casting for inspiration, Rincewind's eyes scamper from Viserys' contorted expression to the room around them. An exit would be lovely; the Luggage would be better. Surprisngly, what he finds instead is Jorah's hard, glazed gaze. Rincewind freezes on it like an animal caught in the sudden beam of a flashlight.
In what might be a familiar motion, he darts a look from Jorah to Viserys and back again.
no subject
What? I didn't - ! I wouldn't - !
[he scrambles for distance and a thread of coherence, both tangled, balancing on his tilting bar-stool. There's a gruff protest from the barman at this excitement, noticeably absent of any real interest to intervene; he seems more concerned about errant elbows near his glassware.]
Your - [Rincewind seizes on the desperate, linguistic connection of sister to brother, queen to king, in an attempt to appeal.] - your grace, your kingship, really, I don't know anything more than her name.
[Not entirely true, but now's hardly the time for particulars.
Casting for inspiration, Rincewind's eyes scamper from Viserys' contorted expression to the room around them. An exit would be lovely; the Luggage would be better. Surprisngly, what he finds instead is Jorah's hard, glazed gaze. Rincewind freezes on it like an animal caught in the sudden beam of a flashlight.
In what might be a familiar motion, he darts a look from Jorah to Viserys and back again.
Helpfully.]