[ The parchment in Gorgug's hands - if he cares to read it - is the first page of a series containing terms of surrender, terms which, judging by the number of parchment sheets on the table, were extensively detailed. ]
I don't place much value on doing what I am 'supposed' to do.
[ At least Linhardt is stuck in here with someone strong - someone whose natural abilities complement his own. He moves on to the next carpet, signaling for Gorgug to help, and, of course, there is no secret trap door. It had always been unlikely, but if Linhardt hadn't checked, the possibility would have driven him mad. It is always best to rule the most obvious answers out; sometimes, people become so dedicated to scheming they forget to attend to the matters right in front of them.
Not in this case.
Which leaves the windows or the walls, as Gorgug suggests.]
I wouldn't recommend that unless we confirm that we're not somehow kilometers in the air. I believe it's a trick of some sort, but if it isn't and we fall...
[Linhardt's words trail off. There's no need to finish that sentence. They both understand, and thinking about it too long makes Linhardt feel queasy.]
I suppose that means our best course of action is to remove part of the floor - it's safer than removing part of the wall of a tower of this size - collapsing a tower with us inside is to be avoided.
[There has to be some form of staircase, surely. The builders would have needed a staircase to get to the top to finish the prison tower - wyverns and pegasi would not be able to haul the materials needed to build a tower of this type, and there aren't enough warp capable mages in Fodlan to dedicate their talents to tower building.
He turns to look back at Gorgug, finally realizing what the other man's presence actually means. Linhardt's face takes on a sorrowful tinge.]
I doubt this is actually my home, but on the off chance that it is and you were brought here with me...first, I am sorry.
[He would not wish Adrestia and Fodlan on anyone from Etraya.]
Secondly, please stay as far out of sight as you can if we see anyone. I'd suggest running away at the first opportunity. My homeland is not particularly welcoming to strangers.
[That is the polite way of describing the combination of Edelgard's paranoia and the Church's disdain for the rest of the world.]
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I don't place much value on doing what I am 'supposed' to do.
[ At least Linhardt is stuck in here with someone strong - someone whose natural abilities complement his own. He moves on to the next carpet, signaling for Gorgug to help, and, of course, there is no secret trap door. It had always been unlikely, but if Linhardt hadn't checked, the possibility would have driven him mad. It is always best to rule the most obvious answers out; sometimes, people become so dedicated to scheming they forget to attend to the matters right in front of them.
Not in this case.
Which leaves the windows or the walls, as Gorgug suggests.]
I wouldn't recommend that unless we confirm that we're not somehow kilometers in the air. I believe it's a trick of some sort, but if it isn't and we fall...
[Linhardt's words trail off. There's no need to finish that sentence. They both understand, and thinking about it too long makes Linhardt feel queasy.]
I suppose that means our best course of action is to remove part of the floor - it's safer than removing part of the wall of a tower of this size - collapsing a tower with us inside is to be avoided.
[There has to be some form of staircase, surely. The builders would have needed a staircase to get to the top to finish the prison tower - wyverns and pegasi would not be able to haul the materials needed to build a tower of this type, and there aren't enough warp capable mages in Fodlan to dedicate their talents to tower building.
He turns to look back at Gorgug, finally realizing what the other man's presence actually means. Linhardt's face takes on a sorrowful tinge.]
I doubt this is actually my home, but on the off chance that it is and you were brought here with me...first, I am sorry.
[He would not wish Adrestia and Fodlan on anyone from Etraya.]
Secondly, please stay as far out of sight as you can if we see anyone. I'd suggest running away at the first opportunity. My homeland is not particularly welcoming to strangers.
[That is the polite way of describing the combination of Edelgard's paranoia and the Church's disdain for the rest of the world.]