[ Minutes pass, two, four, six, and just as it began to seem that Bruno wasn't going to be making a reappearance, Bruno burst out of the underbrush with a gasp and more or less stumbled and fell at Silco's feet. ]
Oh... geez... they... they were not cute, not cute at all, very. Very made of fire.
[ The hem of his ruana might be smoldering a bit, a little burnt around the edges, but still good, so there was that. ]
[ Bruno mumbled that. They had been! Cute in tiny knight gear with tiny swords and then they got mad. It wasn't great. Anyway, he took a look at the pot being held out and then dragged himself back to his feet, dusting himself off as he did. ]
Uh, what, did you drop the sack?
[ Oh no, was he going to have to carry the pot directly... ]
I'm afraid, in the effort of running for my life, I misplaced it.
[ He hoisted his own pot, and shook it. He was going to carry one too. They were both on the older side, but for some reason, this reedy, small man looked less distressed by the prospect of carrying the heavy pot. It wasn't that bad, right? ]
Hmm, that'll make hauling these back through the door a little odd if anyone spots us... but I... guess we just. Don't. Let anyone spot us?
[ Look, his vision had been an entirely unhappy montage leading up to Silco's death. The return trip? Not so much. Regardless, Bruno claimed the second pot, hauling it up into his arms. Metal skidded against metal inside but it would do. Better than burning one's hands right off, right? ]
Alright, alright, let's get outta here before those lil' guys find us.
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Oh... geez... they... they were not cute, not cute at all, very. Very made of fire.
[ The hem of his ruana might be smoldering a bit, a little burnt around the edges, but still good, so there was that. ]
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Ah.
Bruno.
Much better, because these pots were heavy, and he couldn't lift both of them for much longer. ]
I've never heard someone describe fire as cute before today, and I doubt I will after, either. [ He held out a pot, for Bruno to take. ]
Hopefully this won't offer you trouble?
[ How to ask "are you hurt" without asking "are you hurt?" ]
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[ Bruno mumbled that. They had been! Cute in tiny knight gear with tiny swords and then they got mad. It wasn't great. Anyway, he took a look at the pot being held out and then dragged himself back to his feet, dusting himself off as he did. ]
Uh, what, did you drop the sack?
[ Oh no, was he going to have to carry the pot directly... ]
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I'm afraid, in the effort of running for my life, I misplaced it.
[ He hoisted his own pot, and shook it. He was going to carry one too. They were both on the older side, but for some reason, this reedy, small man looked less distressed by the prospect of carrying the heavy pot. It wasn't that bad, right? ]
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[ Look, his vision had been an entirely unhappy montage leading up to Silco's death. The return trip? Not so much. Regardless, Bruno claimed the second pot, hauling it up into his arms. Metal skidded against metal inside but it would do. Better than burning one's hands right off, right? ]
Alright, alright, let's get outta here before those lil' guys find us.
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[ A beat, and then: ] Don't worry, I think I have a way in once we get back. I made sure I thought of that part, at least.
[ That was the higher risk in Silco's mind, and therefore --
Obviously, he'd made a plan for that. ]
Well, once we get there. We have a walk ahead of us.
[ At least they hopefully wouldn't be chased on the way back... ]