[ Oh really. His eyebrows lift fractionally, because -- well, perhaps that's just common parlance on her world, a polite nothing appropriate for any meeting (in which case, why, what sort of society would place such emphasis on fate in every conversation--), but... ]
Indeed.
[ And he's saved from having to respond any further (there's probably a ritual phrase to return the sentiment--) by her dilemma. ]
Ah, yes... [ His eyes dart over the corpses, tallying... approximating weight... ] You'll need a trolley of some sort. And even then, possibly multiple trips.
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Indeed.
[ And he's saved from having to respond any further (there's probably a ritual phrase to return the sentiment--) by her dilemma. ]
Ah, yes... [ His eyes dart over the corpses, tallying... approximating weight... ] You'll need a trolley of some sort. And even then, possibly multiple trips.