Berrod Armstrong's brow folded as he read the ad upon the page. "...it seems that Miss Crofte has upset someone in possession of a pen."
The Highlander sat on the floor against the wall in the yard of his company's house, surrounded by a myriad of deliveries that had been extracted from the little post box. Next to him stood Caden Agron, who was quietly attending to a troublesome branch on one of the yard's trees. He glanced down from his task, saw in hand. "What d'ye mean?"
Berrod shook the paper in indication. "There's a damned scathing bit of writing in here about her. About her habits. How many vaginas she possesses." The deadpan from the Agron twin bid him to stand and hand the paper up to him in the tree, where he had climbed with haste. "I'm not joking, see for yourself."
It took a few moments for the dark haired Highlander to read through the publication, his lips pulling into a thinner, more incredulous line with each paragraph he finished. "...They sayin' she got five tits," He mumbled. "Who's gonna believe that?"
The redhead snorted in a most derisive fashion. "You'd be surprised. I don't know what she's done to anger the group responsible for this, but they may have gone about it the wrong way. Granted, there have always been whispers of Crofte's chastity. Publishing something so outrageous may well make the female Sultansworn rally together. Maybe combat it with whatever honorable means they think will be effective. They do stick together, you know. After all, it could be any one of them written about next."
"Watch out below," Caden warned. Berrod stepped aside just in time to avoid being smacked by the falling branch. The other Highlander dropped next to him soon after, returning the paper in order to clean up after the pruning. "Ah well. Not our problem, anyroad."
"Mn, no, it isn't. It's just gossip-fodder. Who doesn't like a good bit of gossip? It'll die out in a few days. If it gets any heat at all."
"What's she like, anyway?"
Berrod stooped at the spot he had been sitting to pick up the rest of the mail. "...Polite. Very civil. I'm unsure how wise she is. Aloof when necessary. She has an air of artificiality about her, but I think that's necessary when dealing with the sandworms of Ul'Dah. I imagine chaste mostly...I know she was with that Warren fellow from the Grindstone. Both of them strike me as insufferably withholding types who would sooner perform missionary in the dark than let loose. Other than that, --"
"Heh. Yer one ta talk about gossips," Caden interjected.
"What?"Â
"Ye know a lot. I'm jus' sayin'."Â
"You asked."
"Heh."
"Just -- pick up the damned branch and go along your way. I'm tossing this thing in the rubbish. But...that Citizens Against Corruption Group. Unless they have some powerful allies, no good will come of them, or to them, in Ul'Dah." Berrod's tone waned grim. "When someone rocks the boat, they'd best hope they're tied down with good rope."
The Highlander sat on the floor against the wall in the yard of his company's house, surrounded by a myriad of deliveries that had been extracted from the little post box. Next to him stood Caden Agron, who was quietly attending to a troublesome branch on one of the yard's trees. He glanced down from his task, saw in hand. "What d'ye mean?"
Berrod shook the paper in indication. "There's a damned scathing bit of writing in here about her. About her habits. How many vaginas she possesses." The deadpan from the Agron twin bid him to stand and hand the paper up to him in the tree, where he had climbed with haste. "I'm not joking, see for yourself."
It took a few moments for the dark haired Highlander to read through the publication, his lips pulling into a thinner, more incredulous line with each paragraph he finished. "...They sayin' she got five tits," He mumbled. "Who's gonna believe that?"
The redhead snorted in a most derisive fashion. "You'd be surprised. I don't know what she's done to anger the group responsible for this, but they may have gone about it the wrong way. Granted, there have always been whispers of Crofte's chastity. Publishing something so outrageous may well make the female Sultansworn rally together. Maybe combat it with whatever honorable means they think will be effective. They do stick together, you know. After all, it could be any one of them written about next."
"Watch out below," Caden warned. Berrod stepped aside just in time to avoid being smacked by the falling branch. The other Highlander dropped next to him soon after, returning the paper in order to clean up after the pruning. "Ah well. Not our problem, anyroad."
"Mn, no, it isn't. It's just gossip-fodder. Who doesn't like a good bit of gossip? It'll die out in a few days. If it gets any heat at all."
"What's she like, anyway?"
Berrod stooped at the spot he had been sitting to pick up the rest of the mail. "...Polite. Very civil. I'm unsure how wise she is. Aloof when necessary. She has an air of artificiality about her, but I think that's necessary when dealing with the sandworms of Ul'Dah. I imagine chaste mostly...I know she was with that Warren fellow from the Grindstone. Both of them strike me as insufferably withholding types who would sooner perform missionary in the dark than let loose. Other than that, --"
"Heh. Yer one ta talk about gossips," Caden interjected.
"What?"Â
"Ye know a lot. I'm jus' sayin'."Â
"You asked."
"Heh."
"Just -- pick up the damned branch and go along your way. I'm tossing this thing in the rubbish. But...that Citizens Against Corruption Group. Unless they have some powerful allies, no good will come of them, or to them, in Ul'Dah." Berrod's tone waned grim. "When someone rocks the boat, they'd best hope they're tied down with good rope."
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