He bites his lip, hard enough for it to start bleeding. His fingers curl into fists on the rough stone floor. It's not fair that he gets to look upon Hythlodaeus' true face whilst he has to wear this-- this imposter, this warlord's visage.
Dropping his gaze so Hythlodaeus cannot see how much he wants to tear at his face, he hisses, "Put your mask back on and leave, Hythlodaeus. I don't want to see you here again."
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He bites his lip, hard enough for it to start bleeding. His fingers curl into fists on the rough stone floor. It's not fair that he gets to look upon Hythlodaeus' true face whilst he has to wear this-- this imposter, this warlord's visage.
Dropping his gaze so Hythlodaeus cannot see how much he wants to tear at his face, he hisses, "Put your mask back on and leave, Hythlodaeus. I don't want to see you here again."