I don't need to be managed, Cassel. I shouldn't even be here.
[the beyond doth protest too much. he pulls his hands out of his pockets, folds his arms across his chest, an unconscious gesture of defiance. he shifts his gaze from cassel to scan the horizon instead.]
action.
[the beyond doth protest too much. he pulls his hands out of his pockets, folds his arms across his chest, an unconscious gesture of defiance. he shifts his gaze from cassel to scan the horizon instead.]
Where is this place?