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The pacing was beginning to distract Gortash. He glances up from his book.
“Lovely as your armor is, I don’t need to hear it clanking about constantly,” he deadpans, shooting an irritated look at the Bhaalspawn.
She stops, thankfully, and stares back. “The sound is not nearly as grating as your silence, lordling.” He wasn’t a lord yet, but he always took that address as a promise he would be.
Gortash pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand, sighing. “What would you have me do? Read to you as though you were a child?”
She tilts her head, expression inscrutable as always (strangely, that was the part of her that bothered him most). “That is a start.” She finally sits down, hefting herself onto her chair with a great clangor and sweeping up another scattered document from the table. She reads from it for only a few moments before she speaks again: “you’re ordinarily very talkative. It is rather unsettling when you stop your musing entirely.”
Gortash glances back up at her. The Bhaalspawn is looking at him expectantly. “Very well,” he finally acquiesces, and begins to read aloud.