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Re: Take it Back! (Austnailo, Diagasvesle, Blarg, Guan) GMed by MAF
Anthony ran his fingers through his hair after he tossed that pathetic bandit off. Maybe he should get angry like that more often? He'd never thrown anything that hard before.
"Hmph. He'll have a fresh start somewhere, now, where he won't be burdened by his banditry. Too much, if you ask me - he should have had to turn his image around by himself, not have it handed to him on a silver platter," Anthony said as he turned to the group, pretending to be non-chalant about at how far that man had flown.
He completely ignored that fucking goblin. Though it's whining at the fact that he'd berated and got rid of the peon before she'd managed to humiliate the fellow annoyed him somewhat, he simply refused to give it the satisfaction of knowing that. Plus, Milady had commanded him not to fight with it - and, given the anger that came with that particular command, he was eager to NOT repeat it.
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Back in town, that fairy 'praised' them, supposedly - she had facilitated his introduction to Milady, so he was inclined to like her solely on that basis, though really, he cared little for her opinion otherwise. While the bumpkins reclaimed their lost goods, he probed her for the specifics of how exactly they were supposed to be paid for this task they had gifted them with.
"So... how are we to be paid for this service, exactly? Surely there was a bounty for clearing out the brigands, yes?"
Once that answer had been provided, his mind turned towards this 'shopping' their fairy commander spoke of. What could such a place as this lend them in their quest to kill a Lord of the Demons, if it were threatened by such a puny, pathetic band of bandits as the one they had just eradicated? Some sort of hobo came up to them near as soon as he thought this, and he was about to kick him away... when he saw what the man carried the ugly jacket he wore. Hmm... that pistol looked like it was made of cold iron... that would most assuredly be helpful, given the properties of that metal against such fiends, and because he had yet to replace the pair he'd lost somewhere after running off from home... but it was going to be expensive. He might want to consider commissioning a new pair of cold iron-plated shoes, as well, with guns built in like his current ones had, but that would be even more pricey...
Hmm...
What he most desired, though, was to dine with his beloved Milady. He wondered, did anywhe- actually, scratch that. What he most desired, was to dine with his beloved Milady, without that fucking goblin ruining everything.
"Milady?" he asked, to gain her attention. "If I may be so bold, might I know what manner of fare you find most palatable? And, if you would indulge an even bolder question... might I ask you to share a meal of it with me, to celebrate the first of our victories towards our ultimate goal?"
Anthony ran his fingers through his hair after he tossed that pathetic bandit off. Maybe he should get angry like that more often? He'd never thrown anything that hard before.
"Hmph. He'll have a fresh start somewhere, now, where he won't be burdened by his banditry. Too much, if you ask me - he should have had to turn his image around by himself, not have it handed to him on a silver platter," Anthony said as he turned to the group, pretending to be non-chalant about at how far that man had flown.
He completely ignored that fucking goblin. Though it's whining at the fact that he'd berated and got rid of the peon before she'd managed to humiliate the fellow annoyed him somewhat, he simply refused to give it the satisfaction of knowing that. Plus, Milady had commanded him not to fight with it - and, given the anger that came with that particular command, he was eager to NOT repeat it.
---
Back in town, that fairy 'praised' them, supposedly - she had facilitated his introduction to Milady, so he was inclined to like her solely on that basis, though really, he cared little for her opinion otherwise. While the bumpkins reclaimed their lost goods, he probed her for the specifics of how exactly they were supposed to be paid for this task they had gifted them with.
"So... how are we to be paid for this service, exactly? Surely there was a bounty for clearing out the brigands, yes?"
Once that answer had been provided, his mind turned towards this 'shopping' their fairy commander spoke of. What could such a place as this lend them in their quest to kill a Lord of the Demons, if it were threatened by such a puny, pathetic band of bandits as the one they had just eradicated? Some sort of hobo came up to them near as soon as he thought this, and he was about to kick him away... when he saw what the man carried the ugly jacket he wore. Hmm... that pistol looked like it was made of cold iron... that would most assuredly be helpful, given the properties of that metal against such fiends, and because he had yet to replace the pair he'd lost somewhere after running off from home... but it was going to be expensive. He might want to consider commissioning a new pair of cold iron-plated shoes, as well, with guns built in like his current ones had, but that would be even more pricey...
Hmm...
What he most desired, though, was to dine with his beloved Milady. He wondered, did anywhe- actually, scratch that. What he most desired, was to dine with his beloved Milady, without that fucking goblin ruining everything.
"Milady?" he asked, to gain her attention. "If I may be so bold, might I know what manner of fare you find most palatable? And, if you would indulge an even bolder question... might I ask you to share a meal of it with me, to celebrate the first of our victories towards our ultimate goal?"