A wanted man sleeps light, so the golden flash of Heirsbane in his hand is the first signal that he is awake, the click of it's hammer that it's primed to fire. But he stays his hand as he realizes that this is not his enemy. Instead it's... well, they're not exactly friends.
"Do you have a deathwish, Wyrmblood?" he asks, tense and quiet. The hammer clicks back into place, and Gaius's finger eases off the trigger. Heirsbane finds its place among his things once more, next to his bed roll. "What're you doing here?"
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Date: 2022-08-15 07:04 pm (UTC)"Do you have a deathwish, Wyrmblood?" he asks, tense and quiet. The hammer clicks back into place, and Gaius's finger eases off the trigger. Heirsbane finds its place among his things once more, next to his bed roll. "What're you doing here?"