[L understands, now, what Paul means about him being difficult to read. He remains convinced that no one is truly impossible, but the black-eyed man is definitely a challenge.
It might bode poorly that both of them think so, that everyone might well think so.]
Oh, you're willing to part with it? That would be helpful.
[He rests his cheek in the palm of his hand; both are shadowed in charcoal, as if he's spent a lot of time recently writing or drawing with poor technique.]
There's a creature approaching Trench. You're probably aware of it by now.
[It's no secret. The campsite is not hidden, anyone is welcome to help. Additionally, L is already aware that this individual has pried a future, unknown debt from Paul in return for his promised and highly valuable help during the "ceasefire."]
I also have sword-swinging friends who are likely to be in close combat with it, so I've taken it upon myself to protect them in a way I'm able. The creature weaponizes a neurotoxin not unlike the one in box jellyfish spines, and I think that an appropriate immune response could come from beast's blood, as opposed to, say, a sheep. The goal is a prophylactically applied and water-resistant antivenom... ideally, it could begin counteracting the venom immediately upon contact.
[His work isn't a secret, either, though L doesn't typically spend time explaining details if he thinks that time could be better used. He doesn't pepper the explanation with passive-aggression or condescension, considering it a preemptive peace offering.
Notably, however, he does not mention how he knows this.]
I could actually sign a waiver, if it would reassure you, Mr...?
[Paul had mentioned that he didn't even know the guy's name. L's not confident that he can easily learn it, inferring that even Palamedes doesn't know, or at least is not willing to divulge it to Paul.]
no subject
It might bode poorly that both of them think so, that everyone might well think so.]
Oh, you're willing to part with it? That would be helpful.
[He rests his cheek in the palm of his hand; both are shadowed in charcoal, as if he's spent a lot of time recently writing or drawing with poor technique.]
There's a creature approaching Trench. You're probably aware of it by now.
[It's no secret. The campsite is not hidden, anyone is welcome to help. Additionally, L is already aware that this individual has pried a future, unknown debt from Paul in return for his promised and highly valuable help during the "ceasefire."]
I also have sword-swinging friends who are likely to be in close combat with it, so I've taken it upon myself to protect them in a way I'm able. The creature weaponizes a neurotoxin not unlike the one in box jellyfish spines, and I think that an appropriate immune response could come from beast's blood, as opposed to, say, a sheep. The goal is a prophylactically applied and water-resistant antivenom... ideally, it could begin counteracting the venom immediately upon contact.
[His work isn't a secret, either, though L doesn't typically spend time explaining details if he thinks that time could be better used. He doesn't pepper the explanation with passive-aggression or condescension, considering it a preemptive peace offering.
Notably, however, he does not mention how he knows this.]
I could actually sign a waiver, if it would reassure you, Mr...?
[Paul had mentioned that he didn't even know the guy's name. L's not confident that he can easily learn it, inferring that even Palamedes doesn't know, or at least is not willing to divulge it to Paul.]