[A short, frustrated huff. Delayed plans indeed. He couldn't have expected it to be so easy, but it was a comforting thought, the idea of waiting until tomorrow, then finding and killing this man. It's something that is, typically, easy for him.
If he can't confront his enemy yet, then what does he do instead? What does he need to know? He touches the back of his head with a gloved hand... but the idea of asking makes him feel uneasy. Vulnerable. He doesn't even know for certain anything he's been told so far is the truth.
Maybe he ought to ask about his supposed allies then. "We," the Displaced. He eyes Lance over, assesing him.]
You arrived this way yourself. How long has this been going on? You've... formed a group?
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If he can't confront his enemy yet, then what does he do instead? What does he need to know? He touches the back of his head with a gloved hand... but the idea of asking makes him feel uneasy. Vulnerable. He doesn't even know for certain anything he's been told so far is the truth.
Maybe he ought to ask about his supposed allies then. "We," the Displaced. He eyes Lance over, assesing him.]
You arrived this way yourself. How long has this been going on? You've... formed a group?