A wicked smile stretches across the Roe's face. He never averts his gaze from Crofte, even as he begins to chuckle. "Amusing...really. It is Lord Fortomb, in case you had forgotten."
"You're right about one thing, but that is all, I am not from Ul'dah. I find this place to be a retched pool of worms, climbing atop each other's backs, but finding only their efforts for naught; for a bird will always come...and swipe away the ones that rise to the top. You're reputation as a Sworn is not withstanding, I myself can admire the position from which you lead as a military man myself; long ago of course."
He walks boldly around her desk, flanking it as he drags his hand across it's surface, even moving behind her chair as he speaks. His eyes fixed on her.
"Your loyalties are not in question today, Miss Crofte, we both know what position you stand on...and that this isn't one that is earned easily. Even you have to walk on the backs of others. I don't give a damn about your false impression of me coming here today was, but what I do care for is your answer to my question...what is it you stand for?"
He stops again as he stands in front of her desk, his back facing her, but his eyes still looking in her direction.Â
"You've made your point about the prisoner, that much is clear, but I'm not as interested right now in the pissant as I am you...what is it you stand for, or rather...what is it you stand upon?"
"You're right about one thing, but that is all, I am not from Ul'dah. I find this place to be a retched pool of worms, climbing atop each other's backs, but finding only their efforts for naught; for a bird will always come...and swipe away the ones that rise to the top. You're reputation as a Sworn is not withstanding, I myself can admire the position from which you lead as a military man myself; long ago of course."
He walks boldly around her desk, flanking it as he drags his hand across it's surface, even moving behind her chair as he speaks. His eyes fixed on her.
"Your loyalties are not in question today, Miss Crofte, we both know what position you stand on...and that this isn't one that is earned easily. Even you have to walk on the backs of others. I don't give a damn about your false impression of me coming here today was, but what I do care for is your answer to my question...what is it you stand for?"
He stops again as he stands in front of her desk, his back facing her, but his eyes still looking in her direction.Â
"You've made your point about the prisoner, that much is clear, but I'm not as interested right now in the pissant as I am you...what is it you stand for, or rather...what is it you stand upon?"
