[ And so Childermass stands by and watches the scene play out, intent on what's being said right up until the Scribe becomes-- ]
Ah.
[ Yes, that part. The Scribe takes shape and it's as Lambert, of the far too familiar Portland variety, holding aloft a mighty flaming sword. It's at that point the magician steps closer, holding a hand up to the projected screen. He won't quite go far enough to touch it, though, pausing at the last second and stepping back.
And the focus changes, moving on. ]
I never knew the part about the flaming sword. [ As if that's important at all. In the long run, it isn't, aside from demonstrating the library's power. ] That must have upset Lambert.
[ Considering he's sputtering angrily in the background of the recording, yeah, that's an easy assumption to make. ]
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Ah.
[ Yes, that part. The Scribe takes shape and it's as Lambert, of the far too familiar Portland variety, holding aloft a mighty flaming sword. It's at that point the magician steps closer, holding a hand up to the projected screen. He won't quite go far enough to touch it, though, pausing at the last second and stepping back.
And the focus changes, moving on. ]
I never knew the part about the flaming sword. [ As if that's important at all. In the long run, it isn't, aside from demonstrating the library's power. ] That must have upset Lambert.
[ Considering he's sputtering angrily in the background of the recording, yeah, that's an easy assumption to make. ]