[Viserys looks first to Rincewind, eyes wide. And then, once the scene is set, he turns his attention to Jorah as a bear versus...a chest.
All right, then. No, really. All right! Thank all the gods! Hoorah! Something else has Jorah's attention, and Viserys will later take time to wonder if that bear is actually Jorah or if something had replaced him somehow, but for now he thinks it must be the former. He is certain Jorah would like to have his paws on him instead of watching. Dying horribly once would not be enough for most from their world, so he can't even consider the exiled sister-loving dingus particularly cruel for it all now, not when he really thinks about it.
But there is a battle now. Something real, and mighty. Viserys? He is not mighty. He holds no obligations to see to Jorah's safety.
Viserys Targaryen hear that warning sound and, in the few precious seconds it might take Rincewind and the rest of the bar to see this new revelation, put it to good use.
A bloody hand-print is all that rests in the spot where Rincewind laid eyes on him. He pushed up to a stand so he could bolt for and out the nearest door while those scrambling beefy fellows took the time to gape.
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All right, then. No, really. All right! Thank all the gods! Hoorah! Something else has Jorah's attention, and Viserys will later take time to wonder if that bear is actually Jorah or if something had replaced him somehow, but for now he thinks it must be the former. He is certain Jorah would like to have his paws on him instead of watching. Dying horribly once would not be enough for most from their world, so he can't even consider the exiled sister-loving dingus particularly cruel for it all now, not when he really thinks about it.
But there is a battle now. Something real, and mighty. Viserys? He is not mighty. He holds no obligations to see to Jorah's safety.
Viserys Targaryen hear that warning sound and, in the few precious seconds it might take Rincewind and the rest of the bar to see this new revelation, put it to good use.
A bloody hand-print is all that rests in the spot where Rincewind laid eyes on him. He pushed up to a stand so he could bolt for and out the nearest door while those scrambling beefy fellows took the time to gape.
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