[Orym sounds skeptical, but he nods. Yeah, he's used to the fight, used to danger, so he supposes that hasn't changed much.
He full on wrinkles his nose at the mention of correct dinner cutlery. Look he knows there are people who care about that. Orym is just not one of them.]
Yeah, it was waiting for me when I got to my room. ...what's apparently my room anyway. [He gestures vaguely upward since yeah, that's where he's come from.] What do you mean mess with?
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[Orym sounds skeptical, but he nods. Yeah, he's used to the fight, used to danger, so he supposes that hasn't changed much.
He full on wrinkles his nose at the mention of correct dinner cutlery. Look he knows there are people who care about that. Orym is just not one of them.]
Yeah, it was waiting for me when I got to my room. ...what's apparently my room anyway. [He gestures vaguely upward since yeah, that's where he's come from.] What do you mean mess with?