The prisoner backed away to the far wall of her cell, clutching her chamber pot as the only weapon available as the Sultansworn and the Brass Blade Captain squared off in the hallway beyond the bars. His look was one of rage at being denied his own wishes. Her's a look of bitter annoyance at yet one more crook trying to circumvent her authority.
Stepping up close to her and with a lowered voice he hissed, "You should be nicer to me. We have the same friends, you and I."
Her voice lowered to the same level yet carried a hint of smugness. "Do we? I heard differently."
She cleared her throat, speaking so all present could hear again. "Have a pleasant trip, Captain Anduron."
He blinked in surprise at her comment before his expression turned hateful. Their shoulders connected violently as he shoved his way past her before turning with a pause. "He does not precisely speak in glowing terms of you either, in certain fashions. I suppose practice does not make perfect." With that, Anden Anduron strode away, hands clenched.
She stared at him with mouth agape in disbelief for a moment before she was able to compose herself again.
"Good DAY Sir!"
Stepping up close to her and with a lowered voice he hissed, "You should be nicer to me. We have the same friends, you and I."
Her voice lowered to the same level yet carried a hint of smugness. "Do we? I heard differently."
She cleared her throat, speaking so all present could hear again. "Have a pleasant trip, Captain Anduron."
He blinked in surprise at her comment before his expression turned hateful. Their shoulders connected violently as he shoved his way past her before turning with a pause. "He does not precisely speak in glowing terms of you either, in certain fashions. I suppose practice does not make perfect." With that, Anden Anduron strode away, hands clenched.
She stared at him with mouth agape in disbelief for a moment before she was able to compose herself again.
"Good DAY Sir!"
