[ For a guy with one bum leg, Lambert's doing remarkably well at fending Strange off. As the magician lunges over the table, Lambert lifts his uninjured leg to plant a foot in whatever nearest body part there is to keep him away from him while he twirls the quill experimentally and scrutinizes the contract.
Is it a bad idea to start messing with a magic artifact whose nature he's not entirely sure of? Probably, but he saw Strange using it and he didn't keel over, so it'll probably be all right. After a moment's thought, he uses the quill to cross out Lambert agrees and replace it with an emphatic Lambert does not agree -- and takes a moment to reread the sentence -- when an unmistakable coppery scent hits his nose and he frowns, sniffing. ]
Strange. [ He says, his voice deadly. ] Why do you have a magic quill that writes with blood?
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Is it a bad idea to start messing with a magic artifact whose nature he's not entirely sure of? Probably, but he saw Strange using it and he didn't keel over, so it'll probably be all right. After a moment's thought, he uses the quill to cross out Lambert agrees and replace it with an emphatic Lambert does not agree -- and takes a moment to reread the sentence -- when an unmistakable coppery scent hits his nose and he frowns, sniffing. ]
Strange. [ He says, his voice deadly. ] Why do you have a magic quill that writes with blood?