[ Byerly, the erstwhile traitor, has been around camp a while. Enough that his appearance, lounging on a rock, shouldn't be a surprise. Perhaps a bit more surprising is his own lack of shock. Not lack of dismay, no: his face is haggard and exhausted, his hands trembling just a bit. But he doesn't look shocked. ]
Magic doesn't. But science does. Science and cruelty unmatched.
[ He passes a hand over his face. Low and quiet, he says: ]
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[ Byerly, the erstwhile traitor, has been around camp a while. Enough that his appearance, lounging on a rock, shouldn't be a surprise. Perhaps a bit more surprising is his own lack of shock. Not lack of dismay, no: his face is haggard and exhausted, his hands trembling just a bit. But he doesn't look shocked. ]
Magic doesn't. But science does. Science and cruelty unmatched.
[ He passes a hand over his face. Low and quiet, he says: ]
I'm going for a drink.