[ Háma's reaction lends credence to the thought that he could have lied and claimed to have no weaponry on him, but he's heard enough about the climate here in Edoras and he's lived a long enough life to know better than to tempt fate. It would be just his luck to claim to be unarmed and then have someone go through his things behind his back, to blow off their own hand or shoot down a servant by accident, and then he'd have caused a huge incident that nobody would be able to save him from.
Not with those clouds lingering overhead. ]
Yeah, I had a, uh, change of plans. [ He jerks his chin towards the darkening sky, hoping she can at least deduce that maybe the Enterprise wouldn't be able to reach him through it.
Thanking Háma, he lets himself be ushered away by Éowyn, waiting until they're a little more out of the way to try speaking again. He's sure the doorwarden is a perfectly nice man and undoubtedly loyal to the king — he wouldn't have the job he does if he wasn't — but he doesn't need to know all the details of Chris' situation. Not right now, at least. ]
I would have tried to message you, but something's blocking communications. I couldn't hail my ship. I'm hoping when the clouds blow off I'll have better luck, but until then... [ He doesn't say that he wasn't sure he could find shelter from the brewing storm out on the plains, that was pretty obvious. And if those clouds aren't just a natural weather phenomena, if there's something more sinister happening here like she said there was, well. Then it would surely be a better idea to be around others. There's safety in numbers, after all. ] Hopefully I won't have to bother your uncle at all.
[ It would probably be easier for her if he didn't. ]
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Date: 2025-09-12 01:03 am (UTC)Not with those clouds lingering overhead. ]
Yeah, I had a, uh, change of plans. [ He jerks his chin towards the darkening sky, hoping she can at least deduce that maybe the Enterprise wouldn't be able to reach him through it.
Thanking Háma, he lets himself be ushered away by Éowyn, waiting until they're a little more out of the way to try speaking again. He's sure the doorwarden is a perfectly nice man and undoubtedly loyal to the king — he wouldn't have the job he does if he wasn't — but he doesn't need to know all the details of Chris' situation. Not right now, at least. ]
I would have tried to message you, but something's blocking communications. I couldn't hail my ship. I'm hoping when the clouds blow off I'll have better luck, but until then... [ He doesn't say that he wasn't sure he could find shelter from the brewing storm out on the plains, that was pretty obvious. And if those clouds aren't just a natural weather phenomena, if there's something more sinister happening here like she said there was, well. Then it would surely be a better idea to be around others. There's safety in numbers, after all. ] Hopefully I won't have to bother your uncle at all.
[ It would probably be easier for her if he didn't. ]