( Truly it spares them both, because the explanation Sandor would give about cocksucking fangs would be painful for everyone in the vicinity. Anyone unfortunate enough to hear would probably take a point of psychic damage and promptly need to take a bath. Better that they just skip directly to the bath part.
A healing spell.
He's not seen much magic in his time, and frankly? Most of it's been here. The portal they pulled him through in the first place, the mind-words Wrench taught him to make, and whatever sorceress shite it is that spooky red cunt pulled on him while he was chopping wood. He's not afraid of it, more wary of the unknown than anything.
A long moment's spent considering, before he finally says: )
Go on, then, let's see your tricks.
( Worst case scenario, this man tries to get too friendly with him and Sandor snaps his fucking neck. No real loss. )
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A healing spell.
He's not seen much magic in his time, and frankly? Most of it's been here. The portal they pulled him through in the first place, the mind-words Wrench taught him to make, and whatever sorceress shite it is that spooky red cunt pulled on him while he was chopping wood. He's not afraid of it, more wary of the unknown than anything.
A long moment's spent considering, before he finally says: )
Go on, then, let's see your tricks.
( Worst case scenario, this man tries to get too friendly with him and Sandor snaps his fucking neck. No real loss. )