“It's a calamity, a horrible thing!”
This was not the first time this sentiment had been expressed during the walk of two adventurers to their destination. Considering the loud tone, one might think the speaker was talking about the current siege of Valheim and the danger Saladin's forces represented to its citizens. Or maybe even just a description of the war in general. However, it was not; instead, it was a certain gnome complaining about a different group entirely.
“Everywhere I go, it's Second Rate this, and Zeros of the Sky that. What did they do to deserve all that praise?”
Xavier Johnson's question went unanswered by his unfortunate walking cohort. Vaella knew from bitter experience that it was rhetorical and that he would answer it in due time.
“Nothing, that's what!”
Due time = not even a second, in this case.
“First red-eyes harasses me, then when I called out the disgrace of Hades and his slack-jawed sidekick for their evil ways, the thug almost attacked me!”
The elf offered a rare smile at this, knowing that this was not what actually happened. The oblivious gnome continued.
“Oh, and now supposedly their Ranger is some athletic expert now, according to the Thieve's Guild. Like a group of grade school dropouts is credible? Please. MacKensie Trydant? More like MacKensie Try harder next time.”
And with that, the elf was grateful that Xavier did not handle the Silver Arrow's diplomacy needs. Annoying that group was one way to end up in a shallow grave, never knowing how it happened. Oh, hopefully no one from there heard that, she thought.
“And don't get me started on their so-called leader.”
Oh, how Vaella wished the speaker would not get started on anything, ever.
“They say that lames is some kind of tactical genius. Well if he's such a genius, why doesn't he ever-”
The mustached man paused for a moment, seeing Adam Phillips as the gnome and elf approached the Mended Drum. “See? They never leave me alone!” Following this angry outburst, Xavier started walking more quickly away from that establishment, apparently forgetting it was their destination in the first place.
“What’s his problem?” The fisherman asked Vaella, clearly confused by the exclamation.
“I wish I knew,” she responded with a heavy sigh.
This was not the first time this sentiment had been expressed during the walk of two adventurers to their destination. Considering the loud tone, one might think the speaker was talking about the current siege of Valheim and the danger Saladin's forces represented to its citizens. Or maybe even just a description of the war in general. However, it was not; instead, it was a certain gnome complaining about a different group entirely.
“Everywhere I go, it's Second Rate this, and Zeros of the Sky that. What did they do to deserve all that praise?”
Xavier Johnson's question went unanswered by his unfortunate walking cohort. Vaella knew from bitter experience that it was rhetorical and that he would answer it in due time.
“Nothing, that's what!”
Due time = not even a second, in this case.
“First red-eyes harasses me, then when I called out the disgrace of Hades and his slack-jawed sidekick for their evil ways, the thug almost attacked me!”
The elf offered a rare smile at this, knowing that this was not what actually happened. The oblivious gnome continued.
“Oh, and now supposedly their Ranger is some athletic expert now, according to the Thieve's Guild. Like a group of grade school dropouts is credible? Please. MacKensie Trydant? More like MacKensie Try harder next time.”
And with that, the elf was grateful that Xavier did not handle the Silver Arrow's diplomacy needs. Annoying that group was one way to end up in a shallow grave, never knowing how it happened. Oh, hopefully no one from there heard that, she thought.
“And don't get me started on their so-called leader.”
Oh, how Vaella wished the speaker would not get started on anything, ever.
“They say that lames is some kind of tactical genius. Well if he's such a genius, why doesn't he ever-”
The mustached man paused for a moment, seeing Adam Phillips as the gnome and elf approached the Mended Drum. “See? They never leave me alone!” Following this angry outburst, Xavier started walking more quickly away from that establishment, apparently forgetting it was their destination in the first place.
“What’s his problem?” The fisherman asked Vaella, clearly confused by the exclamation.
“I wish I knew,” she responded with a heavy sigh.