I've got paper, if you want. [Dixon's tucked into a corner of the balcony, smoking a cigarette, not visible from the outside but with a beautiful view of the sun as it starts to creep down towards the edge of the mountain.] And a pen.
[He gives her a glance, recognizing for the first time that she must be one of the new people, not an elf or a visiting dwarf or someone he's seen in the periphery but not met yet. It's then that he notices she already has a notebook, already has something to write with, and the baseline efforts he's made towards generosity are pointless. He feels a little stupid about it. A flush comes up his neck, under the burn scars that travel up to his face.]
You already got the download from the elves or you need someone to catch you up?
[He's been sitting here a while, as evidenced by how short his cigarette's gotten; he's kicked the habit of taking a few drags and tossing them ever since they became a rare commodity on this quest, and now burns them down until he's basically inhaling the air filter. The view from the balcony is spectacular, all the elven architecture arching and leaping over the waterfall, which roars away in the background.
He's a simple guy, and there aren't many pleasures simpler than a sunset.]
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[He gives her a glance, recognizing for the first time that she must be one of the new people, not an elf or a visiting dwarf or someone he's seen in the periphery but not met yet. It's then that he notices she already has a notebook, already has something to write with, and the baseline efforts he's made towards generosity are pointless. He feels a little stupid about it. A flush comes up his neck, under the burn scars that travel up to his face.]
You already got the download from the elves or you need someone to catch you up?
[He's been sitting here a while, as evidenced by how short his cigarette's gotten; he's kicked the habit of taking a few drags and tossing them ever since they became a rare commodity on this quest, and now burns them down until he's basically inhaling the air filter. The view from the balcony is spectacular, all the elven architecture arching and leaping over the waterfall, which roars away in the background.
He's a simple guy, and there aren't many pleasures simpler than a sunset.]