But since Jarlaxle is enthusiastically doing his part, he must do his own, he supposes. He skirts around the enraged horse, to give it less reason or opportunity to notice where he's headed, and opens a door to get him to the altar quickly.
Once there, his attention is divided, quite reasonably he thinks, between Jarlaxle's trying to distract a horse with his cape and quickly trying to assess what isn't simply a waste of time on the altar. He begins by taking several photos of the altar itself and the treasures littered around and upon it - they ought to be of interest if nothing else. ]
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But since Jarlaxle is enthusiastically doing his part, he must do his own, he supposes. He skirts around the enraged horse, to give it less reason or opportunity to notice where he's headed, and opens a door to get him to the altar quickly.
Once there, his attention is divided, quite reasonably he thinks, between Jarlaxle's trying to distract a horse with his cape and quickly trying to assess what isn't simply a waste of time on the altar. He begins by taking several photos of the altar itself and the treasures littered around and upon it - they ought to be of interest if nothing else. ]