Mm, [ gabranth hums thoughtfully, his lips pursing into a frown. ] Whichever god we're meant to please, he must be an exacting one indeed.

[ that's as close to a joke as he's ever going to get, regarding their current circumstances. ]

That such preparations must be made... 'Twould seem to indicate that a more elaborate method of execution is preferable to aught that can be managed in the here and now. [ and then, a scowl— ] No matter how...simple an effort it may be for them to cow any one of us.

[ unconsciously, he mirrors the gesture matt had just made — though his hand goes to his neck instead, idly rubbing at a spot of raw flesh. he hasn't been snared quite so many times as to leave a significant mark, but it wouldn't take much more provocation from him for that to change. ]