Eliot says nothing for a moment, sipping his newly arrived drink while Quentin's name stretches across his thoughts. Quentin. His gaze cuts to Margo, assessing, before the proposition she's put before him settles. Spin this scenario out. Wait for it to end, the way his sojourn with Quentin had ended. It's not as if he hasn't spent a lifetime in a pocket dimension before, but this time the conditions leave so much to be desired. ]
Unless you're hankering to set up a kingdom here, I'd say...no.
[ But they will. Eliot chuckles darkly, sensing the inevitable. ]
So while we wait for the cavalry, we eat, drink, be merry? Gamble until we're rich as fuck?
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Eliot says nothing for a moment, sipping his newly arrived drink while Quentin's name stretches across his thoughts. Quentin. His gaze cuts to Margo, assessing, before the proposition she's put before him settles. Spin this scenario out. Wait for it to end, the way his sojourn with Quentin had ended. It's not as if he hasn't spent a lifetime in a pocket dimension before, but this time the conditions leave so much to be desired. ]
Unless you're hankering to set up a kingdom here, I'd say...no.
[ But they will. Eliot chuckles darkly, sensing the inevitable. ]
So while we wait for the cavalry, we eat, drink, be merry? Gamble until we're rich as fuck?