mini-quest Yashea and lysandor
Apr 2, 2005 19:58:52 GMT -6
Post by Lysandor on Apr 2, 2005 19:58:52 GMT -6
Lysandor makes no outward sign that he is even remotely bothered by Thane's speech. His expression is still nigh nonexistant, save for very mild interest. However, he is slightly disturbed, the way one would be if one heard that a friend aimed for cats and dogs on the road. Lysandor had never understood the pure, undying hatred for humanity shared by many of Hell's residents. He doesn't think that mortals are in any way equal, of course, but he does think fondly of them as one would a common squirrel scurrying about to find nuts for the winter. To Lysandor, humans were merely another lesser creation, and rather foolish at that.
"I will observe, if you don't mind, you're amusements," Lysandor replies with all due politeness and respect. His gives the Gabriel Rachet a very mild look of amusement, though for him it is a significant change of his facial movements. "I do not care for the sport . . . I do, however, enjoy fooling the mortals. They are gullible creatures, and, with some persuasion and easily produced proof, tend to believe anything you tell them."
Briefly, Lysandor wonders what incident the General was speaking of. Moreso, though, he wonders what 'properly attired' means. It had been centuries since he had last walked the mortal realm, and the clothing he is wearing now wouldn't be suited for the time period he last remembers. Perhaps if he asked . . .
The Gabriel Rachet might know, or the queen's bodyguard. Lysandor wouldn't presume to ask his superior officer, though. It was unseemly to bother someone of such high rank with such petty matters.
Lysandor turns to his apparent companions and comrades. "Forgive my ignorance, but what is considered 'appropriate' this day and age?"
"I will observe, if you don't mind, you're amusements," Lysandor replies with all due politeness and respect. His gives the Gabriel Rachet a very mild look of amusement, though for him it is a significant change of his facial movements. "I do not care for the sport . . . I do, however, enjoy fooling the mortals. They are gullible creatures, and, with some persuasion and easily produced proof, tend to believe anything you tell them."
Briefly, Lysandor wonders what incident the General was speaking of. Moreso, though, he wonders what 'properly attired' means. It had been centuries since he had last walked the mortal realm, and the clothing he is wearing now wouldn't be suited for the time period he last remembers. Perhaps if he asked . . .
The Gabriel Rachet might know, or the queen's bodyguard. Lysandor wouldn't presume to ask his superior officer, though. It was unseemly to bother someone of such high rank with such petty matters.
Lysandor turns to his apparent companions and comrades. "Forgive my ignorance, but what is considered 'appropriate' this day and age?"