[ Bastien watches his hands. The half-dozen messages he might take away from them, if Byerly were a bard, jumble together. Like hearing a voice too muffled to decipher except for a syllable here and there. ]
This feud sounds very lopsided.
[ He holds his free hand out, palm up in offering, near Byerly’s busy fingers. ]
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This feud sounds very lopsided.
[ He holds his free hand out, palm up in offering, near Byerly’s busy fingers. ]