Aye, 'tis an ill fate indeed to be separated from such brilliant minds as our companions. Let us hope that, in their absence, we are able to do what must be done.
( Thorne is one problem, yes, but Himeka being in Solvunn changes everything; Urianger's loyalties are first and foremost to the Warrior of Light and his fellow Scions, which puts them in a parther difficult position in terms of ... well. Warfare. Fortunately, he has enough presence of mind not to utter such things where they might be overheard by another β but then Thancred dips into his thoughts, apparently, and pulls on that thread. )
The Horizonβ
( But he cuts himself off, if only because Thancred has suddenly redrawn his attention back to the snack he'd procured from the mysterious dining table. )
Courtesy of our hosts. ( He offers, lifting his shoulders in a brief shrug. ) I know not where or how the kitchens procured such a recipe, but it seems every inch the Archon loaf of Sharlayan. 'Twas in a moment of uncertainty that I took it β a taste of home, perhaps, displaced as we are. Help thyself, I prithee.
( Enough about the bread, Urianger. Good grief. )
As for the Horizon, my knowledge is limited. Indeed, the mere concept alone did raise more questions than mine instructors were able to answer, and thus my understanding was left sorely lacking.
no subject
( Urianger nods his understanding. )
Aye, 'tis an ill fate indeed to be separated from such brilliant minds as our companions. Let us hope that, in their absence, we are able to do what must be done.
( Thorne is one problem, yes, but Himeka being in Solvunn changes everything; Urianger's loyalties are first and foremost to the Warrior of Light and his fellow Scions, which puts them in a parther difficult position in terms of ... well. Warfare. Fortunately, he has enough presence of mind not to utter such things where they might be overheard by another β but then Thancred dips into his thoughts, apparently, and pulls on that thread. )
The Horizonβ
( But he cuts himself off, if only because Thancred has suddenly redrawn his attention back to the snack he'd procured from the mysterious dining table. )
Courtesy of our hosts. ( He offers, lifting his shoulders in a brief shrug. ) I know not where or how the kitchens procured such a recipe, but it seems every inch the Archon loaf of Sharlayan. 'Twas in a moment of uncertainty that I took it β a taste of home, perhaps, displaced as we are. Help thyself, I prithee.
( Enough about the bread, Urianger. Good grief. )
As for the Horizon, my knowledge is limited. Indeed, the mere concept alone did raise more questions than mine instructors were able to answer, and thus my understanding was left sorely lacking.
( A beat. )
'Tis a place, is it not?