[RQ] holy desecration

Thalassa

Still grappling with the idea of this seemingly inconspicuous man toting around the desiccated fingers of his dead relative, Thal raises a single eyebrow. "Didn't realize magic worked like that." Like an echo of something gone, she never thought to believe magic could linger in a space - or someone's bones - for alternative use. It might be something for her to explore...

Huffing a laugh, she pictures all the ways Mateo would have to dodge death if he dared to tamper with the taste of their wine. Her shoulders shrug in concession. "Now that would be sacrilege." Dygra might just smite him herself, supplementing the offended wine with his blood. 

Considering her current role to be a supervisory position, Thal continues to stand grounded with her arms crossed, eyes and tail the only part of her moving while he works. Both flicker towards the unicorns that hang off to the side, uninterested. "Hell if I know." This had been the only task she'd been given, too uninvested to bother keeping up with the other portions of the plans. She swings her gaze back to him, a smirk taking form as she suggests, "Maybe they're Charlie's snack for later."

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or is your opinion of me…
not my responsibility