Garrot just gets this smug little grin as the assassin is completely and utterly bamboozled. He scoffs, going so far as to roll his eyes, loosing his tranquility's grip on his expression just enough to have some fun with this.
"The how is easy." He sounds confident, like he's making a business pitch. "That button that's flush next to the right hinge turns on a little magitek battery that sends a weak electric current through the frames. It causes a reaction with a chemical in the lens coatings that scrambles and disconnects the petrifying part of a Basilisk's gaze, but not their eyes. So you could put them on, turn on the blocker," he pushes a button on the little remote in his hand, and the button is pressed automatically, which causes the glasses to faintly hum, "and we could have a staring contest. Right now. And they're waterproof, so you don't need to worry about rain or the ocean or monster blood shutting them down."
But then Garrot chuckles and lets out a mirthful sigh, knowing full well that being cagey and indirect doesn't help either of them right now, even though he's better than the instruction manual. But he still sounds a little smug because he realizes Zafika hasn't done their research, and doesn't know who he really is. They're speechless, so he might as well keep going and get it over with.
"You can keep calling me Garrot, but my full name is Hruggarrot Murtakhor." He knows the name alone shouldn't ring bells for an assassin who's been in a cage for years. Or for most people outside industry or high society. "I'm the heir to the Murtakhor estate, and I'm the Director of Research and Development for the family business, MurtaCorp. Yes, that MurtaCorp." Garrot smiles, always tickled by the cheesy play on words his parents came up with. Even with as much of a recluse as Zafika is, they'd know MurtaCorp as that globe-spanning corporation that ran remote clinics, hospitals, and carried out cutting edge research.
"And I got the most brilliant person I've ever met to build these by hand for you." Then he just reclines a bit in his corner of the couch, the smugness fading away to a nice serene smile as he lets all that sink in. It's not like he has anything to prove here, at least not about himself. Garrot knows how awesome and powerful and important he is, but none of that matters if he doesn't leverage it to help people. "He's going to be crushed if you don't try those on."
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"The how is easy." He sounds confident, like he's making a business pitch. "That button that's flush next to the right hinge turns on a little magitek battery that sends a weak electric current through the frames. It causes a reaction with a chemical in the lens coatings that scrambles and disconnects the petrifying part of a Basilisk's gaze, but not their eyes. So you could put them on, turn on the blocker," he pushes a button on the little remote in his hand, and the button is pressed automatically, which causes the glasses to faintly hum, "and we could have a staring contest. Right now. And they're waterproof, so you don't need to worry about rain or the ocean or monster blood shutting them down."
But then Garrot chuckles and lets out a mirthful sigh, knowing full well that being cagey and indirect doesn't help either of them right now, even though he's better than the instruction manual. But he still sounds a little smug because he realizes Zafika hasn't done their research, and doesn't know who he really is. They're speechless, so he might as well keep going and get it over with.
"You can keep calling me Garrot, but my full name is Hruggarrot Murtakhor." He knows the name alone shouldn't ring bells for an assassin who's been in a cage for years. Or for most people outside industry or high society. "I'm the heir to the Murtakhor estate, and I'm the Director of Research and Development for the family business, MurtaCorp. Yes, that MurtaCorp." Garrot smiles, always tickled by the cheesy play on words his parents came up with. Even with as much of a recluse as Zafika is, they'd know MurtaCorp as that globe-spanning corporation that ran remote clinics, hospitals, and carried out cutting edge research.
"And I got the most brilliant person I've ever met to build these by hand for you." Then he just reclines a bit in his corner of the couch, the smugness fading away to a nice serene smile as he lets all that sink in. It's not like he has anything to prove here, at least not about himself. Garrot knows how awesome and powerful and important he is, but none of that matters if he doesn't leverage it to help people. "He's going to be crushed if you don't try those on."