[Damned opportunities and lost men, that is where they mire themselves now.
Gabranth bristles in irritation when his demand is denied by stolen intevention, growling low in his throat at the sight of Wujiu bucking off that brief window of escape in favor of giving pursuit. A bloodied ruination, they risk it more with each passing second spent between shadows. All for what— a trinket?
And still he gives chase: though his strides are shorter, there is time enough to cut a path in his wake, and assist Wujiu’s flight.]
Let it go! You’ll end yourself in folly, spurred on in this pursuit—
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Gabranth bristles in irritation when his demand is denied by stolen intevention, growling low in his throat at the sight of Wujiu bucking off that brief window of escape in favor of giving pursuit. A bloodied ruination, they risk it more with each passing second spent between shadows. All for what— a trinket?
And still he gives chase: though his strides are shorter, there is time enough to cut a path in his wake, and assist Wujiu’s flight.]
Let it go! You’ll end yourself in folly, spurred on in this pursuit—