(He knows where he's going to run after his rooms. When he's calmed down. Changed his clothes that cling to him now, sticking to him when he gets up on numb legs.)
One nod with a jerk of his head, and he moves fast for a dwarf but when did he ever have the luxury to amble about, to stroll unless it was for a reason? His hands don't fumble with the handle. He doesn't look back.
He's still polite enough not to slam it behind him. Wouldn't want to make more of a scene than he already has.]
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(He knows where he's going to run after his rooms. When he's calmed down. Changed his clothes that cling to him now, sticking to him when he gets up on numb legs.)
One nod with a jerk of his head, and he moves fast for a dwarf but when did he ever have the luxury to amble about, to stroll unless it was for a reason? His hands don't fumble with the handle. He doesn't look back.
He's still polite enough not to slam it behind him. Wouldn't want to make more of a scene than he already has.]