[ it's just like torth, to be honest and direct and still miss the point entirely. or perhaps it's because of that honesty and directness that makes him difficult to notice the curving paths and the words that weave around him. eseld doesn't consider that as a fault so much as it's a condition for his existence-- perhaps worse than a fault, then, because faults, at least, can be acknowledged and corrected. you can't do anything about your existence, as dismal as it sounds.

he rolls his eyes, knowing full well that torth can't see it, but after this many months of travelling together, he's likely to notice that pointed silence for what it is. ]

Yes, Torth, I did in fact want to know your opinion on the military might of whoever's left standing in that camp of yours. Goodness knows you're in a position to worry about something so beyond your scope. [ even if torth were to worry, practicality says that his worry is for naught-- the problem of manpower is for someone capable of shouldering the weight of said responsibility, and that dishonour falls upon justin melenikus, poor man. likely sporting little spindly gray hairs by the minute. aka no, that's not what eseld's referring to. ]

The bird and the cat. You stare as though your tenacity alone will somehow pick them out from half a mile away.

An impossible feat, by the way. You might as well stop trying.