Leaning back in her chair this whole time, the Knight had begun to doze off as P'azih spoke now. It wasn't that she found the conversation boring, it was definitely more an effect of the strong whiskey. She snapped to at hearing her name once more. "Hmm? Aye, Ser, Ah'mma wake... An' Ah'm nae dr̃unk on duty!"
She caught a whiff of Franz's heart attack-on-a-plate and tilted her head. "Och, tha's what Maester Bellveil's batter̃ed armor needs! Bacon wrappin's tae help lubricate th' joints!"
She caught a whiff of Franz's heart attack-on-a-plate and tilted her head. "Och, tha's what Maester Bellveil's batter̃ed armor needs! Bacon wrappin's tae help lubricate th' joints!"
