Devis charges back in to the room, hits his mark, throws his arms above his head and lights up his smile. His cross bow is loaded, his rapier gleams, and his lute shines as if it has been polished.
He looks around. The albino thing is in the corner, having his makeup touched up. The dead umber hulk is sitting up, smoking a cigar, and picking at the fake blood caked on his chitin.
Vadania is giving Alhandra a back rub. Regdar is watching. So is Nebin. Ma is stretching lazily. Her PA is spritzing her crystal blade with Windex. Hennit is hobbling akwardly back from the "Gents" trying to buckle his trousers and walk at the same time. Krusk is contemplating a cherry blossom, a brush in his hand and a roll of parchment rolled out before him. Jozan is sitting in his chair, half glasses perched on his nose, reading the "Wall Street Journal".
Devis shrugs, and puts his arms down. His grin fades.
"Another felching false alarm?! I am going to have words with my agent about this! I'm a sensitive artist. You can't do this to me."
He heads for the trailer.
He looks around. The albino thing is in the corner, having his makeup touched up. The dead umber hulk is sitting up, smoking a cigar, and picking at the fake blood caked on his chitin.
Vadania is giving Alhandra a back rub. Regdar is watching. So is Nebin. Ma is stretching lazily. Her PA is spritzing her crystal blade with Windex. Hennit is hobbling akwardly back from the "Gents" trying to buckle his trousers and walk at the same time. Krusk is contemplating a cherry blossom, a brush in his hand and a roll of parchment rolled out before him. Jozan is sitting in his chair, half glasses perched on his nose, reading the "Wall Street Journal".
Devis shrugs, and puts his arms down. His grin fades.
"Another felching false alarm?! I am going to have words with my agent about this! I'm a sensitive artist. You can't do this to me."
He heads for the trailer.
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