[ Anduin pours out two coffees first before sighing and rolling his sleeve up. Just as mentioned the arm itself is obviously dead, the skin up to just above Anduin's elbow is a ghastly pale shade, ending in a flare of red around where the original incisions had been made. Fingers hang uselessly from his hand and as he turns the arm over palm upwards, there are visible black tracks starting to make their way up from Anduin's wrist. It's ugly and Anduin knows it.]
Normally I would agree that something is better than nothing, but I do not know the reasoning behind this. I cannot trust this town, or those who did this, to not have some kind of motive. I suppose that is selfish of me, but it would be dishonest of me to say otherwise.
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[ Anduin pours out two coffees first before sighing and rolling his sleeve up. Just as mentioned the arm itself is obviously dead, the skin up to just above Anduin's elbow is a ghastly pale shade, ending in a flare of red around where the original incisions had been made. Fingers hang uselessly from his hand and as he turns the arm over palm upwards, there are visible black tracks starting to make their way up from Anduin's wrist. It's ugly and Anduin knows it.]
Normally I would agree that something is better than nothing, but I do not know the reasoning behind this. I cannot trust this town, or those who did this, to not have some kind of motive. I suppose that is selfish of me, but it would be dishonest of me to say otherwise.