His accent is thicker than she might remember, his expression still on the edge of feral. Speaking seems to be requiring thought and effort. His body language still resembles that of a man on the edge of violence, though it is fading with every breath.
Another moment or two, and he adjusts the cuff of his shirt, an air of civility settling around his shoulders, calming the mist and shadows around him.
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"The golems, then. They were -- of your hand?"
His accent is thicker than she might remember, his expression still on the edge of feral. Speaking seems to be requiring thought and effort. His body language still resembles that of a man on the edge of violence, though it is fading with every breath.
Another moment or two, and he adjusts the cuff of his shirt, an air of civility settling around his shoulders, calming the mist and shadows around him.