As the incoming elezen bares down upon her, Klynzahr plants herself stubbornly to block the open door. Completely misunderstanding Eva's threatening accusations, she launches into a long winded stream of thick Lominsian, "Now look'ere lass, abou' las'night. I been wantin to offer yer 'pollogies, fer m'lack o'caution see, should'a seen when t'be holdin' m'own tongue, I shoulda..."
The accent only grows worse as Evangeline approaches, ending in an incomprehensible stream of apologetic babble. At the last moment the sea wolf steps towards the frantic elezen, reaching for her with a soothing gesture, and practically walks into the heavy tome.Â
She reels back, with a low cry of surprise. Glasses fly off in one direction, the Short Treatise on the Subject of Wealth and Public Governance: Volume IV goes skittering in another, and the dusty half-helm bounces sadly out the doors of the quicksand, following on Eva's heels.
Klyn staggers in the doorway for a moment, with both hands clutching her face. Through the clasped fingers, she mumbles thickly "Ugh.... dammit."
The accent only grows worse as Evangeline approaches, ending in an incomprehensible stream of apologetic babble. At the last moment the sea wolf steps towards the frantic elezen, reaching for her with a soothing gesture, and practically walks into the heavy tome.Â
She reels back, with a low cry of surprise. Glasses fly off in one direction, the Short Treatise on the Subject of Wealth and Public Governance: Volume IV goes skittering in another, and the dusty half-helm bounces sadly out the doors of the quicksand, following on Eva's heels.
Klyn staggers in the doorway for a moment, with both hands clutching her face. Through the clasped fingers, she mumbles thickly "Ugh.... dammit."
