[ No sooner had one woman pressed the tankard into his hands than another, far taller one had sidled up to claim it herself. Id certainly does have a face, though he knows from no small amount of commentary from the Grandcypher's crew that it isn't a friendly one. That evidently has not stopped the tankard bandit looming over him now, and Id isn't about to fight her for something he didn't want in the first place.
He doesn't know that he's entirely comfortable with letting his guard down after his experiences thus far, so he won't. Getting himself drunk would only dull his vigilant edge. Relax that iron rod he's got for a spine. He won't be doing that. ]
Help yourself.
[ Id says, as though the tankard hasn't already changed hands. ]
I'm still waiting to hear what they want before I get comfortable.
II
He doesn't know that he's entirely comfortable with letting his guard down after his experiences thus far, so he won't. Getting himself drunk would only dull his vigilant edge. Relax that iron rod he's got for a spine. He won't be doing that. ]
Help yourself.
[ Id says, as though the tankard hasn't already changed hands. ]
I'm still waiting to hear what they want before I get comfortable.