He blinks as the pain settles in and there's a heat in the air. Alright, then... "You are, though. You have underlings, of course, but you don't call your own shots. Your power is not your own, it is a gift and gifts of that nature are never free."
That, at least, he can offer from experience.
"I doubt you know anything." Hopefully, maybe, what Garner wanted to know, but anything more he might be interested in asking...he won't waste his time. For now, he unwraps the leather strip from his arm and ties it about his waist, unhurried in the practiced motion. There's fresh cuts along the scars of his left arm, already congealed and no longer bleeding, but he finds the edge of one and rests the knife's blade there.
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"You are, though. You have underlings, of course, but you don't call your own shots. Your power is not your own, it is a gift and gifts of that nature are never free."
That, at least, he can offer from experience.
"I doubt you know anything." Hopefully, maybe, what Garner wanted to know, but anything more he might be interested in asking...he won't waste his time. For now, he unwraps the leather strip from his arm and ties it about his waist, unhurried in the practiced motion. There's fresh cuts along the scars of his left arm, already congealed and no longer bleeding, but he finds the edge of one and rests the knife's blade there.