"No, not terribly long." Zexion made an uneasy noise of agreement, a sound that was neither here nor there. Made a fleeting motion at his wrist, and then... his eyes rose fixedly.
"Is he alive?" The illusionist asked, mirroring the shape of Zakiem soldier's mouth. "The Captain brought me out. They were going to keep me for common use, in Wulgrimm." He admitted frankly. "I... suppose I do owe him something, for that? No?"
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Date: 2017-03-15 12:39 am (UTC)"Is he alive?" The illusionist asked, mirroring the shape of Zakiem soldier's mouth. "The Captain brought me out. They were going to keep me for common use, in Wulgrimm." He admitted frankly. "I... suppose I do owe him something, for that? No?"