"IF THERE IS AN ISSUE, A SOLUTION SHOULD BE PROVIDED,"Â the Judge stated simply. Whether it was the martini or his ire at this distasteful clinging to gray, it was hard to say, but he was becoming more verbose. The words tumbled out of the armor like irrevocable truths. "'THIS' IS WRONG, SO 'THIS' SHOULD BE DONE. TO PRESENT AN ISSUE WITHOUT SUCH IS IMPROPER."
Jredthys turned away from her, the seat groaning as he faced forward and gathered up the two halves of his wine glass. He held one half in each hand, his gaze moving slowly from one to the other. This had certainly moved beyond the light conversation that he had sought to enjoy along with his drink. Even his thoughts about a meal to round out the Three Important Tavern Things had slipped to the wayside in the face of this... obtrusive force of gray.
"YOU CARE ENOUGH TO MAKE AN OPINION AND VOICE IT TO A COMPLETE STRANGER," the Judge continued, holding up the two pieces as if they represented the two sides of the story Inessa was presenting. "YOU CARE, YET YOU SAY YOU DO NOT. YOU WANT A SOLUTION, BUT ALSO SAY THERE IS NONE. YOU ARE FLIP-FLOPPING, AND THUS VIOLATING THE RULES SET FOR THIS CONVERSATION."
The two pieces of wine glass were moved to one hand. The other, now free from its previous obligations, reached into some manner of crevice in his armor and withdrew something. In one smooth, inexorable motion, he pressed the object against the masked Miqo'te's forehead with two fingers. A yellow-hued piece of stiff parchment no larger than his palm. He continued to hold it there as he spoke again with the utmost authority.
"YELLOW CARD. FURTHER VIOLATION WILL RESULT IN EJECTION FROM CONVERSATION."
Jredthys turned away from her, the seat groaning as he faced forward and gathered up the two halves of his wine glass. He held one half in each hand, his gaze moving slowly from one to the other. This had certainly moved beyond the light conversation that he had sought to enjoy along with his drink. Even his thoughts about a meal to round out the Three Important Tavern Things had slipped to the wayside in the face of this... obtrusive force of gray.
"YOU CARE ENOUGH TO MAKE AN OPINION AND VOICE IT TO A COMPLETE STRANGER," the Judge continued, holding up the two pieces as if they represented the two sides of the story Inessa was presenting. "YOU CARE, YET YOU SAY YOU DO NOT. YOU WANT A SOLUTION, BUT ALSO SAY THERE IS NONE. YOU ARE FLIP-FLOPPING, AND THUS VIOLATING THE RULES SET FOR THIS CONVERSATION."
The two pieces of wine glass were moved to one hand. The other, now free from its previous obligations, reached into some manner of crevice in his armor and withdrew something. In one smooth, inexorable motion, he pressed the object against the masked Miqo'te's forehead with two fingers. A yellow-hued piece of stiff parchment no larger than his palm. He continued to hold it there as he spoke again with the utmost authority.
"YELLOW CARD. FURTHER VIOLATION WILL RESULT IN EJECTION FROM CONVERSATION."
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