[ The sound of laughter makes Shen's eyes widen as if in interest; in truth, it's a rather dangerous look. Heaven forbid anyone dare to laugh at him. ]
Of course...
[ Comes the reedy whisper. With his mismatched eyes, the Psionic bears a rather unfortunate resemblance to one of Shen's former generals. No more is that impression set in his mind than when the other points out his flaw. He wonders if this will end the same way as it had with the wolf; with a load of Shen's knives buried in his chest.
For now, he joins the troll at the chest, crest slicked back over his head with his annoyance for the both of them. ]
Well? What do you think?
[ He's asking for an opinion, not help - these things are very different in Shen's mind. Little does he know, the riddle is an old and simple one, just not one he's familiar with or particularly equipped to answer:
no subject
Of course...
[ Comes the reedy whisper. With his mismatched eyes, the Psionic bears a rather unfortunate resemblance to one of Shen's former generals. No more is that impression set in his mind than when the other points out his flaw. He wonders if this will end the same way as it had with the wolf; with a load of Shen's knives buried in his chest.
For now, he joins the troll at the chest, crest slicked back over his head with his annoyance for the both of them. ]
Well? What do you think?
[ He's asking for an opinion, not help - these things are very different in Shen's mind. Little does he know, the riddle is an old and simple one, just not one he's familiar with or particularly equipped to answer:
When is a door not a door? ]