Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
"What game am I playing? I think that you'll find that what you want and what my superior, the Frostmaiden, wants are remarkably the same. You just don't know what you want yet — you'll find out soon enough, though. Where things get tricky is in my orders." He pauses as if to think, then shakes his head. "I have my orders. We need things done...a certain way. I'd be highly surprised if you wanted to do things the same way."
He switches the small flask to his other hand and draws a dagger. "Any more questions, or shall we take care of this?"
He switches the small flask to his other hand and draws a dagger. "Any more questions, or shall we take care of this?"