[When Diarmuid moves towards the horse he may find Laurent's eyes following him, watching his hands with the alertness of a hawk. It seems like someone has trust issues about his horse, something Maribelle doesn't share- she's perfectly calm around Diarmuid by now. ]
Of course. The townspeople built up two floors worth of stonework from every rock in the park, each painstakingly delivered by bicycle.
It's not impossible, but think of the magic it would use.
[It would be a massive amount. He has other, more compelling arguments for suspecting otherwise, but he's not about to spill his entire hand right now. Even to Diarmuid- because, oh please, something will slip to someone else and everyone else is on the ‘untrustworthy’ list.
Laurent takes Diarmuid’s musings with the nonreaction of someone who already assumes their channels are fucked.]
Say we tell the others, who's going to stop someone from going down there?
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Of course. The townspeople built up two floors worth of stonework from every rock in the park, each painstakingly delivered by bicycle.
It's not impossible, but think of the magic it would use.
[It would be a massive amount. He has other, more compelling arguments for suspecting otherwise, but he's not about to spill his entire hand right now. Even to Diarmuid- because, oh please, something will slip to someone else and everyone else is on the ‘untrustworthy’ list.
Laurent takes Diarmuid’s musings with the nonreaction of someone who already assumes their channels are fucked.]
Say we tell the others, who's going to stop someone from going down there?
[That’s his main, only concern.]
Unless that's what you want.