[Darkleer simply stares at Summoner for a moment, his frown slight. For some strange reason, those words about not needing any quadrants- or at least a morail- seem strangely familiar.]
[Well, he doubts it's anything important.]
Alright. Let's go, then.
[Despite having been a bit inebriated that night, Darkleer still remembers the way to Summoner's hive, and begins to walk towards it. Again, he's mostly silent until he speaks halfway through.]
Have you thought about medication for your problems with sleeping?
Action;
[Well, he doubts it's anything important.]
Alright. Let's go, then.
[Despite having been a bit inebriated that night, Darkleer still remembers the way to Summoner's hive, and begins to walk towards it. Again, he's mostly silent until he speaks halfway through.]
Have you thought about medication for your problems with sleeping?