[ Lambert has more or less managed to pretend Foster's shitty horse form was a fever dream brought on by faerie weed. He's seen Foster around, but without any report of progress to offer on the task he charged him with all those weeks ago. Nevertheless, he doesn't seem surprised or put out by Fosters new (perhaps arguably improved?) appearance and strides over to him as soon as he catches sight of him, holding a hand out imperiously when he draws near. He may no longer be able to hold himself over Foster, but he manages to look down on him anyway, scowling. ]
Give it here. [ He snaps, testily. ] So does anyone else know you have this?
[ How he kept it on him through being trapped in a wall is beyond Lambert, but whatever. He ain't interested in that story. ]
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Give it here. [ He snaps, testily. ] So does anyone else know you have this?
[ How he kept it on him through being trapped in a wall is beyond Lambert, but whatever. He ain't interested in that story. ]