[ Bruno himself was quick on his feet despite actually being fifty, although he certainly never had a chance to ease into the life of someone who had minions to do the hard work. Most of his life, some hundred stairs down, some hundred stairs up, or more, depending on how often he had to climb up and down his tower. The past decade of lurking through the walls had been a cakewalk compared to that...
This was even simpler. It was mostly flat earth with very few obstacles in sight. So when Silco stepped aside into the brush to wait and catch his breath, he would find Bruno walking right by him and then slowly... coming to a stop... and turning to glance back over his shoulder at him. ]
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This was even simpler. It was mostly flat earth with very few obstacles in sight. So when Silco stepped aside into the brush to wait and catch his breath, he would find Bruno walking right by him and then slowly... coming to a stop... and turning to glance back over his shoulder at him. ]
Are we, uh, stopping for a reason?