[Nothing that he sees makes the picture any clearer— but knowing precisely who had direct him here, a distinct feeling of dread settles within him.
Mystra had known precisely what she was doing.
His expression remains carefully schooled when he looks back to the man bound across the room, an unpleasant twisting in his gut that he doesn't allow to show on his face just yet. Had he still been human, it would have been harder; he hadn't been one to veil his emotions back then, but time has changed that, as it has so many other things, but even now— despite the demands made of him, he is hardly made of stone.]
You're not supposed to be here.
[The statement is short, clipped, a muted note of distress barely concealed in his voice.]
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Mystra had known precisely what she was doing.
His expression remains carefully schooled when he looks back to the man bound across the room, an unpleasant twisting in his gut that he doesn't allow to show on his face just yet. Had he still been human, it would have been harder; he hadn't been one to veil his emotions back then, but time has changed that, as it has so many other things, but even now— despite the demands made of him, he is hardly made of stone.]
You're not supposed to be here.
[The statement is short, clipped, a muted note of distress barely concealed in his voice.]
Godfrey. You're not supposed to be here!