
Koporo gripped the article between his hands, tilting his head at the image of Crofte "advertising" one of Spahro's products.
"...Well, ne'er let it be said ya didnae look good in a picture, Ser Crofte. But..."
He shook his head, laying the newspaper down on the table. "This is somethin' disrespectful." Taking a swig from his flask full of pear juice, Koporo would hop down from the table and waddle off, muttering to himself about how poor Crofte couldn't catch a break, as he set off to find her.
"...Well, ne'er let it be said ya didnae look good in a picture, Ser Crofte. But..."
He shook his head, laying the newspaper down on the table. "This is somethin' disrespectful." Taking a swig from his flask full of pear juice, Koporo would hop down from the table and waddle off, muttering to himself about how poor Crofte couldn't catch a break, as he set off to find her.