:The angle the implement was held at is different here. This leader or their scribe paused and came back to continue,: Need muses absently as her bearer reads down the document. :Or changed hands? Hard to say, there's not the smudging I'd expect from writing this direction left handed, but some people can pull it off.:
Her first thought is: oh these poor people, this is clearly a horrifically difficult and risky thing to do, and they've been gone long enough and went far enough away that she can't pick up on them with her Empathy. Her second thought is: we can't just tell everyone. Would it cause a panic? Is there a way to work off this information alone or with some hand-chosen people? Need likes secrets and slow, careful reveals, she likes to have a more complete picture than other people. Sometimes knowing just upsets others.
She regards that second, completely reflexive thought carefully, allowing Raistlin to see what she's considering. The "Chosen" are not a cohesive unit, is the problem, and controlling who's told... That's just the leadership question all over again, but putting her metaphorical hand in. And if the Heartstone flickers its last quickly, it will better serve for everyone to know.
Need then asks the gnome, :Did they leave you here? Are you a kind of Trolls?: Their biology is certainly further from human than it seems at a glance. But if the sun affects them the same way, they're certainly small enough to have an easier time avoiding it than the hulking bodies she's seen in the Market.
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Her first thought is: oh these poor people, this is clearly a horrifically difficult and risky thing to do, and they've been gone long enough and went far enough away that she can't pick up on them with her Empathy. Her second thought is: we can't just tell everyone. Would it cause a panic? Is there a way to work off this information alone or with some hand-chosen people? Need likes secrets and slow, careful reveals, she likes to have a more complete picture than other people. Sometimes knowing just upsets others.
She regards that second, completely reflexive thought carefully, allowing Raistlin to see what she's considering. The "Chosen" are not a cohesive unit, is the problem, and controlling who's told... That's just the leadership question all over again, but putting her metaphorical hand in. And if the Heartstone flickers its last quickly, it will better serve for everyone to know.
Need then asks the gnome, :Did they leave you here? Are you a kind of Trolls?: Their biology is certainly further from human than it seems at a glance. But if the sun affects them the same way, they're certainly small enough to have an easier time avoiding it than the hulking bodies she's seen in the Market.