[ Hmm. This guy is tougher than he thought. He slots that information away for later, focusing instead on the topic at hand. That's a lot of words that all make sense individually but turn into salad as soon as they're put together. Eustace's brows furrow, his already eternal frown sinking deeper into his face. Hatching disasters? As far as he's aware, natural disasters don't just hatch like chicken eggs. He must be referring to something else then...? But what?
He's well aware of how much of a loss he's at right now. If this man knows something - anything - that might be even remotely related, he needs to know. ]
Explain. [ Who gave him the right to order people around?? ] What do you mean, 'disasters'?
[ A shiver runs up his bare skin, the cool air converging around him, but he pays it no mind. ]
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He's well aware of how much of a loss he's at right now. If this man knows something - anything - that might be even remotely related, he needs to know. ]
Explain. [ Who gave him the right to order people around?? ] What do you mean, 'disasters'?
[ A shiver runs up his bare skin, the cool air converging around him, but he pays it no mind. ]