[Francel is not alone with such thoughts of the white maze they had all been lost within. Estinien proved himself as stoic as ever, even if his mind has been busy with such an abstract experience. It helps even less that at the end he would get this karakul. The one that is presently besides him, unwilling to leave his side.
Estinien attempts to not acknowledge it while the others are looking, but it's not so easily accomplished with their numbers. In one such attempt, his eyes wander to the youngest of their group—the young lord who has found himself a corner to brood in. The sight alone is enough to irritate him, but when he sees him reach for a shard of glass.
Curious, he thinks idly to himself, before he approaches him, the karakul close at his heels.]
Looking to arm yourself?
[It's stated more than asked, but the way he looks Francel over does not lend itself to believing the answer to his question is yes.]
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Estinien attempts to not acknowledge it while the others are looking, but it's not so easily accomplished with their numbers. In one such attempt, his eyes wander to the youngest of their group—the young lord who has found himself a corner to brood in. The sight alone is enough to irritate him, but when he sees him reach for a shard of glass.
Curious, he thinks idly to himself, before he approaches him, the karakul close at his heels.]
Looking to arm yourself?
[It's stated more than asked, but the way he looks Francel over does not lend itself to believing the answer to his question is yes.]