[Benedict wasn't doing much but sorting through his thoughts on this whole ordeal, writing down a few notes in his notebook, when he heard the call from outside. He recognized Marty's voice, and the ever-helpful voice in his head reminded him that it was the teenager from earlier as well as supplying the general aura of 'nervous' and 'hopeful' to the state of the young man. Benedict put away his journal and took a moment to compose himself, then walked out the door to greet Marty. He offered the young man a small, genuine smile.]
Hi, Marty. I've got time. What can I do for you?
[Now that he was fairly positive the kid hadn't seen his eldritch abilities while they were climbing up the mountain and gathering ore for the blacksmith, it was easier for Benedict to remain calm in front of Marty. He had been plenty awkward enough earlier in the day and would like to rid himself of that image. Yet he still displayed a nervous tick of his own in the form of fidgeting with the pouch at his belt as if adjusting it but it didn't really need the adjustment at all. After all, he wasn't really certain what the kid wanted--hopefully it wasn't to actually confirm the sighting of inky tentacles coming from Benedict. Benedict thought at this point he could probably pull off a convincing lie that it was a trick of the eye or something but he would rather not try.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to deceive someone about his eldritch condition. But he certainly hated to do it to a friend, and Marty seemed nice enough, plus everyone here was working together for their common goal. He would hate to disappoint.]
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Hi, Marty. I've got time. What can I do for you?
[Now that he was fairly positive the kid hadn't seen his eldritch abilities while they were climbing up the mountain and gathering ore for the blacksmith, it was easier for Benedict to remain calm in front of Marty. He had been plenty awkward enough earlier in the day and would like to rid himself of that image. Yet he still displayed a nervous tick of his own in the form of fidgeting with the pouch at his belt as if adjusting it but it didn't really need the adjustment at all. After all, he wasn't really certain what the kid wanted--hopefully it wasn't to actually confirm the sighting of inky tentacles coming from Benedict. Benedict thought at this point he could probably pull off a convincing lie that it was a trick of the eye or something but he would rather not try.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to deceive someone about his eldritch condition. But he certainly hated to do it to a friend, and Marty seemed nice enough, plus everyone here was working together for their common goal. He would hate to disappoint.]