Whatever horror Spite had ignited in Lucanis at that, Davrin was happily oblivious to it. He assumed Spite had just spoke through Lucanis, as he always did when he had something important to say. He hadn't noticed the lack of purple eyes, his own eyes locked on Assan, watching as the griffon sniffed and then ultimately decided not to drink. Given the deep love Assan had for the truffles, it made Davrin a bit concerned just how off the tea might be. Still, he started this. He takes the mug back and downs another mouthful, like a child taking their medicine.
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Whatever horror Spite had ignited in Lucanis at that, Davrin was happily oblivious to it. He assumed Spite had just spoke through Lucanis, as he always did when he had something important to say. He hadn't noticed the lack of purple eyes, his own eyes locked on Assan, watching as the griffon sniffed and then ultimately decided not to drink. Given the deep love Assan had for the truffles, it made Davrin a bit concerned just how off the tea might be. Still, he started this. He takes the mug back and downs another mouthful, like a child taking their medicine.