Re: The Game: Chapter 08
In reply to Maeve Hassan (msg # 857):
"It's all too rich," Mah'mout chortles, rippling with laughter and wiping a tear from his eyes. "It's just... it's just too much."
He pauses to catch his breath, then grins widely at Boreas, Maeve, and A'tril.
"I'm free! Finally free from that wretched cell, and free to feel the wind in my face. I have no doubt the cell you mean to lead me to is every bit as comfortable, so you'll forgive me if I must decline any further... hospitality."
Mah'mout rolls his neck slowly, working out the kinks before continuing, still speaking only to Boreas, Maeve, and A'tril.
"Freedom is a wonderful thing, isn't it? The gift that keeps on giving. I'm offering it to each of you, as you've offered it to me. Leave now, and nothing bad will happen to you."
Through it all, his eyes continue to burn with an orange fire that intensifies as he turns his attention toward Sazed.
"But mercy has its limits, and there can be no justice for what you and your masters have taken from me," he says, the laughter dying in his eyes as they narrow in Sazed's direction. "I'd say it's nothing personal, but if you work for those jackals, I'm afraid it very much is. Make peace with your gods, mage, and take solace that you are but the first to answer for the Order's atrocities."
This message was last edited by the player at 21:50, Tue 08 Apr 2014.