“You’re lying.” And Lon’qu sees that now, with how Serpico hardly seems winded. By this point any other rich and pampered brat would’ve been panting and begging for them to stop and take a break already.
Serpico’s been keeping up a little too well…
And now he curses himself for not looking into Serpico’s background—for making sure that the man doesn’t have any sort of magical bone in his body, for that is the one thing even a seasoned mercenary like him can’t defeat.
“Either you’re planning on using this to lay a trap on me, or the ones who sent you are.” A third possibility—that this box is meant to entrap one of the officials Serpico’s supposed to be meeting—does occur to him, but it seems much more unlikely in comparison.
He shoves the case at Serpico’s hands then, heedless of whatever other luggage he might be carrying. With his less-smarting hand resting meaningfully upon the hilt of his sword, Lon’qu gives his order:
no subject
Serpico’s been keeping up a little too well…
And now he curses himself for not looking into Serpico’s background—for making sure that the man doesn’t have any sort of magical bone in his body, for that is the one thing even a seasoned mercenary like him can’t defeat.
“Either you’re planning on using this to lay a trap on me, or the ones who sent you are.” A third possibility—that this box is meant to entrap one of the officials Serpico’s supposed to be meeting—does occur to him, but it seems much more unlikely in comparison.
He shoves the case at Serpico’s hands then, heedless of whatever other luggage he might be carrying. With his less-smarting hand resting meaningfully upon the hilt of his sword, Lon’qu gives his order:
“Open it.”