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Max regarded Varis coolly as the leech started barking thinly veiled orders phrased as simple musing. At least he hadn't said anything to Max directly; the mage would've had to ignore it out of principle and that's a whole nother argument. Still, it might've been worth it - he didn't like going in blind and he really didn't see the need for two sacrificial lambs to go scout.

Why would anything different happen? It seemed pretty simple to him. You touch the skull, you go in and fight... whoever, and hopefully just get thrown back out. The Retriever was unarmed, though, so whatever flashy fucking sword tricks he was so proud of would be useless. Maybe he was just getting beat up in there.

He stood motionless until Eris gave the order. It was a pointless gesture, given he knew it was coming, but like hell he'd give Cinnamon the satisfaction of bossing him around even offhandedly. Even with that, he made his approach as slow and casual as possible as he pretended to observe the skull. Outright disobediance would let him stall longer, but probably wasn't worth it in the long run. Reasonable discourse, then.

[color=8585ad]"I really doubt anything different will happen, and if it does, I especially doubt it'll look any different from the outside,"[/color] He made it a point to direct his comment at Eris rather than listen to Cinnamon bitch about him speaking out of turn or whatever, [color=8585ad]"As much as I hate sitting here too, we're all better off waiting for him to report on what happened. If we know what to do, we can do it faster than if we're floundering around looking for the answer to the puzzle."[/color]

If anything, those two should be cherishing their time waiting around here; after this, they'd be back to stumbling around blindly. And Max was [i]definitely[/i] going to walk Eris into a tree if he started nagging him all to impress Count Glove-Thief.

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