A scowl sets on the Roe's face, but it isn't directed at Crofte.
His servant takes note of it, gulping as he turns to face her again.
"M'lady, this is certainly a first...you would turn down the Nuhn's opportunity at a second chance. Would it not be wiser to bring the (need I remind you) prisoner who is wanted for treason, murder, and theft into a more civilized abode where he might be better educated and watched over carefully rather than in a cell which affords him no better state of living? Money, of course, isn't an obstacle for us, Lady Crofte. You merely have to name a price, and the master can pay for it. Please...explain your reasoning, I'm sure we both would like to hear why."
Lord Fortomb turns his gaze back to Lady Crofte. A knowing look etched on his face; he actually seems amused watching his servant's attempt at persuading the Sultansworn.
------------------------Meanwhile--------------------------
G'leo is pacing in his cell like a caged lion.
"Sit back down will you, savage. You're making mah nauseous just watchin' you."
G'leo takes a breath, sitting on the hard ground. He flinches as he actually manages to sit on his own tail...Not a good sign.Â
The guard on duty leans back in his chair; balancing somewhat expertly as he peels an apple with a blunt knife. "Yah not goin' anywheres animal, and wearin' a hole in tha ground would afford you nuffin' to overcome 'at fever ya 'ave to get outdoors. Just sit on yah arse an' be still."
G'leo watches the guard rock back and forth. "Is there no way to at least get a cell with a window? Something...I don't understand how the people in the city are able to stand remaining in such tight quarters for so long."
"Eh, well ya get used to it. 'Ere." He tosses G'leo a sliver of the apple, which he catches. "Tell us a story, eh? Sumfin' about where ya from?"
G'leo looks at the guard. "There are many stories to tell...what kind do you wish to hear?"
"Sumfin' good...sumfin'...sumfin' wif' a woman, eh?" He sounds a little bit enthused. "You lot got anythin' like that, if ya get mah meanin'?"
G'leo chuckles. "Aye, I understand...Hmm...I suppose, The Nuhn and the White Rose would be appropriate. Long ago, back when my father's father was but a boy, there was a Nuhn by the name of G'usemet Rah Nuhn..."
His servant takes note of it, gulping as he turns to face her again.
"M'lady, this is certainly a first...you would turn down the Nuhn's opportunity at a second chance. Would it not be wiser to bring the (need I remind you) prisoner who is wanted for treason, murder, and theft into a more civilized abode where he might be better educated and watched over carefully rather than in a cell which affords him no better state of living? Money, of course, isn't an obstacle for us, Lady Crofte. You merely have to name a price, and the master can pay for it. Please...explain your reasoning, I'm sure we both would like to hear why."
Lord Fortomb turns his gaze back to Lady Crofte. A knowing look etched on his face; he actually seems amused watching his servant's attempt at persuading the Sultansworn.
------------------------Meanwhile--------------------------
G'leo is pacing in his cell like a caged lion.
"Sit back down will you, savage. You're making mah nauseous just watchin' you."
G'leo takes a breath, sitting on the hard ground. He flinches as he actually manages to sit on his own tail...Not a good sign.Â
The guard on duty leans back in his chair; balancing somewhat expertly as he peels an apple with a blunt knife. "Yah not goin' anywheres animal, and wearin' a hole in tha ground would afford you nuffin' to overcome 'at fever ya 'ave to get outdoors. Just sit on yah arse an' be still."
G'leo watches the guard rock back and forth. "Is there no way to at least get a cell with a window? Something...I don't understand how the people in the city are able to stand remaining in such tight quarters for so long."
"Eh, well ya get used to it. 'Ere." He tosses G'leo a sliver of the apple, which he catches. "Tell us a story, eh? Sumfin' about where ya from?"
G'leo looks at the guard. "There are many stories to tell...what kind do you wish to hear?"
"Sumfin' good...sumfin'...sumfin' wif' a woman, eh?" He sounds a little bit enthused. "You lot got anythin' like that, if ya get mah meanin'?"
G'leo chuckles. "Aye, I understand...Hmm...I suppose, The Nuhn and the White Rose would be appropriate. Long ago, back when my father's father was but a boy, there was a Nuhn by the name of G'usemet Rah Nuhn..."
