"You good there, Gustave," asks Desmond as he hears the tall man yelp and a stick clatter to the floor... " Merde ...ah, yes, my four-eyed but cruelly unsighted comrade ", comes the reply through gritted teeth, " it seems, however, that this chamber is something of a fool's...
" Fear not, dear hobbits, The Gustave is here, and sighted...for now at least ", says Gustave , hoisting the blinded duo/trio to their feet. " My dear Armando ", he adds, still blinking stars from his eyes, " it seems that this room is determined to offend, and will not sit ...
The Reliquary Just to be clear... Armando was (fortunately) waiting for others to enter. The "others", in this case, comprised Desmond/Mondes and Rufus , who got zapped upon attempting to enter, and are presently bumping into one another just inside the doorway. Armando and Gustave haven'...
"Oh, sod it all..." Desmond grumbles as he stops in his tracks. "I can't see a bloody thing, Gustav." He sighs. "Let's hope this is temporary..." " Ah ...", sighs Gustave , lowering his arm and blinking the remaining sparks from his eyes, " a sorry irony...
Gustave holds up at the door on seeing the discovery, then makes his way back to join the poetic rogue and the hobbits (and the lingering whiff of elf wizard), his blade sliding silently from its sheath as he does so. " Indeed...indeed...good show my worthy comrade " he breathes, peering ...
Gustave nods solemnly at the obvious wisdom that two heads can provide. He hoists his pack (now containing a bowl) over his shoulder, checks his sword, and scratches at some stubble, pondering the still stunned form of Josiane . " Our multi-lobed comrade speaks truly, my dear, we have dawdled ...
Gustave stifles a yawn as Josiane reads the letter with teary eye. Tell me something I dont know , he muses to himself, wishing again that there were a few flesh-and-blood maidens in distress about, rather than just the partially mumified remains of an old biddy. He considers a quick nap on the sto...
Once Desmond/Mondes is done with his discernment of the bowl, Gustave stashes it in his pack (sending a few remaining pastry crumbs into the air). He turns an eye to Armando as he does so, "what have we there ny sharp-eyed comrade?" he says of the new find.