[ Corosa hears the word 'warps' and practically sags with relief. In this moment, right here, right now, he is nearly sick with gratefulness for priests. For Ashraf's very existence.
Except -- except it's possibly a little too early for relief just yet. Corosa stiffens again and fumbles with his gun to reholster it. That done, he clasps his hand over Ashraf's left shoulder. ]
Out. Out of the city. Can you do that? [ Corosa has to bite back a wretched 'please'. ]
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Except -- except it's possibly a little too early for relief just yet. Corosa stiffens again and fumbles with his gun to reholster it. That done, he clasps his hand over Ashraf's left shoulder. ]
Out. Out of the city. Can you do that? [ Corosa has to bite back a wretched 'please'. ]