It was unusual, listening like this to Nihlus. Unlike his usual method of storytelling, usually involving brash accounts, exciting adventures, and bold claims, this was... raw. Real. No highlights or window dressings, just the details, as remembered, tired and well-worn.
Shifting her weight, she watches him unconsciously and consciously fidget, touch, and struggle as he speaks, drawing out the pain like a poison. Is this helping, or hurting?
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It was unusual, listening like this to Nihlus. Unlike his usual method of storytelling, usually involving brash accounts, exciting adventures, and bold claims, this was... raw. Real. No highlights or window dressings, just the details, as remembered, tired and well-worn.
Shifting her weight, she watches him unconsciously and consciously fidget, touch, and struggle as he speaks, drawing out the pain like a poison. Is this helping, or hurting?