[When Fern finally lowers his hands and the danger of him ripping pieces of himself off ebbs, Varian lets go. He remains close though, just in case, his own hands slightly raised, certainly not relaxed.
Varian has his own memories of the Lich now- he knows how terrifying that thing was. It held the kind of bone-deep fear that clung to you for days afterwards. The thought of something in Deerington holding that kind of power is more than a little chilling. ]
Did he say what he wanted? Or did he just- just attack you?
[There's the slightest sliver of anger in his tone, lurking beneath the surface, and it's definitely not directed at Fern.]
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Varian has his own memories of the Lich now- he knows how terrifying that thing was. It held the kind of bone-deep fear that clung to you for days afterwards. The thought of something in Deerington holding that kind of power is more than a little chilling. ]
Did he say what he wanted? Or did he just- just attack you?
[There's the slightest sliver of anger in his tone, lurking beneath the surface, and it's definitely not directed at Fern.]