[Trust him. Yeah. He can do that. He can do that...]
...Alright...
[He takes a slow deep breath, solely to calm himself. Then he reaches up. The hood is pushed back first, revealing dark hard that's starting to go ashen. The goggles are pushed up next, set down upon the table. And then, finally, he pulls down the gaiter to settle around his neck.
He blinks dead eyes at Hythlodaeus and bears half a Glasgow grin.]
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...Alright...
[He takes a slow deep breath, solely to calm himself. Then he reaches up. The hood is pushed back first, revealing dark hard that's starting to go ashen. The goggles are pushed up next, set down upon the table. And then, finally, he pulls down the gaiter to settle around his neck.
He blinks dead eyes at Hythlodaeus and bears half a Glasgow grin.]
If you... change your mind... I understand...