At the mention of the word 'dragon', something flat and deeply unimpressed rolls across Ral's face. Right. Niv-Mizzet. Here he was, putting together this project for the big stupid lizard to detect people coming and going from the plane only to pop off to wherever this place was by accident. That was going to go over great.
But Zevran's attention to the device pulls him back from his wandering train of thought, and a smirk tugs back into place. "Little of column a, little of column b, actually. Storms are powerful, sure, but they come and go quick. So I figured it'd be handy to figure out a way to bottle the stuff."
And he gives the containment unit on his hip a fond pat.
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At the mention of the word 'dragon', something flat and deeply unimpressed rolls across Ral's face. Right. Niv-Mizzet. Here he was, putting together this project for the big stupid lizard to detect people coming and going from the plane only to pop off to wherever this place was by accident. That was going to go over great.
But Zevran's attention to the device pulls him back from his wandering train of thought, and a smirk tugs back into place. "Little of column a, little of column b, actually. Storms are powerful, sure, but they come and go quick. So I figured it'd be handy to figure out a way to bottle the stuff."
And he gives the containment unit on his hip a fond pat.