[ In the midst of that exchange, Brandon takes his first bite of meat, utterly unceremonious for the taint it should herald.
To say he recognizes the taste is not quite right. Once it's inside his mouth, however, he can better differentiate its sense of death from the layers upon layers of death that comprise this House and the lands; he and the piece of meat are, in a sense, sharing a personal connection that is about to become a whole lot more personal once he swallows. So it's not the taste, exactly. He recognizes the meat for what it is, as a necromancer.
Unhealthy, in his opinion, but then he is just a lowly human susceptible to things like parasites and prions, and this entire place is self-evidently unhealthy for him in personal terms. He chews and swallows. Perhaps neither of them even noticed the slight pause, or cared if they did. ]
I would be happy to accompany you anywhere you desired to go, Master Morrison. Or perhaps to stay behind and aid Qetzi'ah in any way she might require?
[ Neither of these proposals are not even remotely serious despite how earnestly he presents them. Haran isn't going to leave him behind in the House for long periods, and neither, Brandon's willing to bet, would he be interested in a magic mouse cramping his style. The whole thing is absurd participation in a flawed premise. ]
wow is that a thing. a delivery service. can brandon have their number
To say he recognizes the taste is not quite right. Once it's inside his mouth, however, he can better differentiate its sense of death from the layers upon layers of death that comprise this House and the lands; he and the piece of meat are, in a sense, sharing a personal connection that is about to become a whole lot more personal once he swallows. So it's not the taste, exactly. He recognizes the meat for what it is, as a necromancer.
Unhealthy, in his opinion, but then he is just a lowly human susceptible to things like parasites and prions, and this entire place is self-evidently unhealthy for him in personal terms. He chews and swallows. Perhaps neither of them even noticed the slight pause, or cared if they did. ]
I would be happy to accompany you anywhere you desired to go, Master Morrison. Or perhaps to stay behind and aid Qetzi'ah in any way she might require?
[ Neither of these proposals are not even remotely serious despite how earnestly he presents them. Haran isn't going to leave him behind in the House for long periods, and neither, Brandon's willing to bet, would he be interested in a magic mouse cramping his style. The whole thing is absurd participation in a flawed premise. ]