[The man asks, dark eyes wide in his pale face. Almost unassuming; almost innocent. It wears surprisingly well on him, because he looks younger than he is.]
It's more like nudging, I'd think.
[In spite of the affected levity, he lowers the oar, regarding the other man attentively. Perhaps there's some wariness, behind the glaze in his eyes.]
I suppose... something unnatural. We'd see scoring on the metal in this chamber, if the water that should have drowned him was acidic.
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[The man asks, dark eyes wide in his pale face. Almost unassuming; almost innocent. It wears surprisingly well on him, because he looks younger than he is.]
It's more like nudging, I'd think.
[In spite of the affected levity, he lowers the oar, regarding the other man attentively. Perhaps there's some wariness, behind the glaze in his eyes.]
I suppose... something unnatural. We'd see scoring on the metal in this chamber, if the water that should have drowned him was acidic.