...did...it work? Has this murderous fancy-pants truly been dissuaded by the name-drop? Is he free to go? No, it can't be that simple. Something's not right here...the twonk's unflappable personality, his completely inoffensive choice of words, the fact he's only spared Garrett a single glance...where's the overly-flamboyant proclamations of arcane superiority and the ridiculously long monologues? For the first time since they started talking, it's finally starting to become clear to Garrett how little this all adds up. As far as appearances are concerned, this guy should be about as harmful as Garrett is pretending not to be right now, and yet the condescending prick is setting off every single alarm bell in the young thief's mind. What the hell is with this guy? Is he wearing a magical waistcoat of intimidation or something?
"...yeah, I guess. See you around, old man."
Garrett sincerely hopes he does not see this 'old man' around.
Unfortunately, fate has other ideas in mind, so he's only permitted to walk two steps away from the 'supervisor' before his boot promptly hits a slightly upturned cobblestone. One second, Garrett is uncertainly retreating from Ekkehardt. The next, he has faceplanted into the ground with a cringe-inducing splutch as his nose takes the brunt of the fall. To his credit, Garrett doesn't cry out in pain, for he is currently too busy nursing the shattered fragments of his dignity.
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For the first time since they started talking, it's finally starting to become clear to Garrett how little this all adds up. As far as appearances are concerned, this guy should be about as harmful as Garrett is pretending not to be right now, and yet the condescending prick is setting off every single alarm bell in the young thief's mind. What the hell is with this guy? Is he wearing a magical waistcoat of intimidation or something?
"...yeah, I guess. See you around, old man."
Garrett sincerely hopes he does not see this 'old man' around.
Unfortunately, fate has other ideas in mind, so he's only permitted to walk two steps away from the 'supervisor' before his boot promptly hits a slightly upturned cobblestone. One second, Garrett is uncertainly retreating from Ekkehardt. The next, he has faceplanted into the ground with a cringe-inducing splutch as his nose takes the brunt of the fall.
To his credit, Garrett doesn't cry out in pain, for he is currently too busy nursing the shattered fragments of his dignity.