[Rufus Barma steps into the hall after him, high heels crisp on the wooden floors. The Dodo's 'summoning' is released in a flurry of black feathers and Barma pulls out his fan, the edged blades covering half of his face.]
Pathetic.
Thou art a tool, dulled by grief and fear. Wish of me thine answers? Sharpen thy resolve, Raven.
It's a glorious one
Pathetic.
Thou art a tool, dulled by grief and fear. Wish of me thine answers? Sharpen thy resolve, Raven.