[ Its all just so ... amiable. Lambert doesn't trust it, and he can't shake the feeling that any moment now someone's going to leap out from the shadows to yell "gotcha" for falling for it all, but he should ... also probably put out the fire on his clothes before he's left wearing nothing. This is a probably a stupid thing to do, but he takes a step back and draws the sword back with him, using one hand to shape the sign to extinguish the fire on his clothing and not yet sheathing his blade.
And then a horrible idea occurs to him. ]
Are you supposed to be my ... "roommate"? [ He asks slowly, in the tone of one not entirely familiar with the concept. ]
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And then a horrible idea occurs to him. ]
Are you supposed to be my ... "roommate"? [ He asks slowly, in the tone of one not entirely familiar with the concept. ]