"Matthias," in answer to what sounds like a question, but isn't the question.
A second swig from the bottle, before Ellis trades beer for something more substantial.
"Holden keeps a level head, and his friend, Amos is good in a fight. Aenor Dinadhal knows the land, and how to keep out of sight traveling it. Enchanters Julius, Smythe and Rowntree for mages. You'll want Jone of Denerim, Richard Dickerson, and Erik Stevens as well."
Then, with a sidelong look, a slight smile, Ellis tacks on, "And me."
List of names is filed away easy, and he says, "We're gonna send scouts out on griffons; Rutyer identified some safe zones in the area to check out. Hopefully something just spooked 'em into going to ground and they can come out mad at us for busting them.
"Or they eloped into retirement and I need to start auditioning for America's Next Top Model."
It doesn't need to be said. The looming possibility that the Commander and Scoutmaster are dead has not left the edge of Ellis' mind.
If they've lost Flint and Yseult, it would be a serious blow. Ellis doesn't need to say that aloud either.
"I can make you a list for that too," is absolutely meant as a joke instead, as Ellis tears the half of sandwich in his hands. "We can put Wysteria at the top of it."
A terrifying prospect, surely.
Though Ellis doesn't leave the humor much room to breathe, following it with, "They're too smart to get themselves killed that way. We'll flush them out sooner or later."
"You know what part I'm excited about," Tony says, between a bite of sandwich. "When we rescue them, and they're both extremely grateful and say thank you."
He tosses Ellis a crooked smile. That is also a joke.
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A second swig from the bottle, before Ellis trades beer for something more substantial.
"Holden keeps a level head, and his friend, Amos is good in a fight. Aenor Dinadhal knows the land, and how to keep out of sight traveling it. Enchanters Julius, Smythe and Rowntree for mages. You'll want Jone of Denerim, Richard Dickerson, and Erik Stevens as well."
Then, with a sidelong look, a slight smile, Ellis tacks on, "And me."
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List of names is filed away easy, and he says, "We're gonna send scouts out on griffons; Rutyer identified some safe zones in the area to check out. Hopefully something just spooked 'em into going to ground and they can come out mad at us for busting them.
"Or they eloped into retirement and I need to start auditioning for America's Next Top Model."
Or they're dead, and they'll need to do the same.
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If they've lost Flint and Yseult, it would be a serious blow. Ellis doesn't need to say that aloud either.
"I can make you a list for that too," is absolutely meant as a joke instead, as Ellis tears the half of sandwich in his hands. "We can put Wysteria at the top of it."
A terrifying prospect, surely.
Though Ellis doesn't leave the humor much room to breathe, following it with, "They're too smart to get themselves killed that way. We'll flush them out sooner or later."
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He tosses Ellis a crooked smile. That is also a joke.
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"Which of them do you think might be prone to tears of gratitude?"
The answer: neither
"We could place a bet."
Is this a vote of confidence in Flint and Yseult's survival skills, or just a way to keep Tony's spirits up? Both, perhaps?