Brows are drawn into the pinch of a frown, and eyes bear steely flecks of v e x a t i o n; whether this can be accredited to thinning patience or a BRUISED EGO is anyone’s guess. Regardless, the sorcerer’s frustration is becoming most apparent and he despises it; to lose composure is to lose control and for a master of the mystic arts, this simply won’t do.
“ If your goal is to enlist my help, you’re making a very POOR case. ”
What Ky should have done was stopped long before he got in this situation. Going to Strange for anything was trouble and this just proved that point. What he should have done was kept his tongue in-check and stated what he needed. Instead, he chose to voice a number of insults towards the man in numerous fashion.
“Oh, that’s right; I remember why you were not my first choice on the list, Strange. Your so called …parlour tricks are far worse than second rate,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “I just thought you’d enjoy a chance. Pardon me if I chose… poorly.”
Hellfirebound 