We? I don't know how well you felt after crawling out of that... whatever the hell it was, but masculine ego aside, I'm pretty sure that a kitten could have taken me out. Definitely could have. Cats are fucking weird anyway, and I bet if they're here, they probably have like...
[He bit off, realizing he was going off on one of his venting ridiculous tangents that the guys might go along with, but some strange lady in the middle of a captive situation might not be too keen to hear.
Her voice is low and he's smart enough to figure she's trying to keep it from being overheard by at least the guards.]
Just as likely they might have been trying to keep someone else from reaching it, or that there's some other area there we didn't see. People like this?
[He gestured a little with his chin towards one of the guards, one of the quiet impassive ones that made him feel like they saw too much.]
They didn't put this together just for us. That armor's worn. They're an old hat at this. They're used to working together. You can always tell a random merc group from one that's had experience with each other. No confusion, no muss. Just... efficiency. That kind of behavior says there's at least one other group like them out there, if not more.
[The swords and whips made him think back to the Greek and Turkish wars, little bits of tiny kingdoms trying to carve out larger thrones. But he didn't remember anything about whips that could make you do shit you didn't want to. That was clearly a here thing.]
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[He bit off, realizing he was going off on one of his venting ridiculous tangents that the guys might go along with, but some strange lady in the middle of a captive situation might not be too keen to hear.
Her voice is low and he's smart enough to figure she's trying to keep it from being overheard by at least the guards.]
Just as likely they might have been trying to keep someone else from reaching it, or that there's some other area there we didn't see. People like this?
[He gestured a little with his chin towards one of the guards, one of the quiet impassive ones that made him feel like they saw too much.]
They didn't put this together just for us. That armor's worn. They're an old hat at this. They're used to working together. You can always tell a random merc group from one that's had experience with each other. No confusion, no muss. Just... efficiency. That kind of behavior says there's at least one other group like them out there, if not more.
[The swords and whips made him think back to the Greek and Turkish wars, little bits of tiny kingdoms trying to carve out larger thrones. But he didn't remember anything about whips that could make you do shit you didn't want to. That was clearly a here thing.]