[The man holds out both hands, smiling, opening it's mouth and speaking in a rich baritone.]
It's not, Chandra. Death? Do you think so little of my survival skills? As if we haven't slain our fair share of dragons together...
[She wavers, taking a step closer, wary but drawn by the mimicry. It's not quite right, even she can admit that, but she wants it to be him. Really, truly, wants it to be him...enough to risk it.]
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[The man holds out both hands, smiling, opening it's mouth and speaking in a rich baritone.]
It's not, Chandra. Death? Do you think so little of my survival skills? As if we haven't slain our fair share of dragons together...
[She wavers, taking a step closer, wary but drawn by the mimicry. It's not quite right, even she can admit that, but she wants it to be him. Really, truly, wants it to be him...enough to risk it.]