Sir Curtis Prise
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- Posted: Fri, 08 Feb 2013 00:03:10 +0000
"I would imagine." He was semi-relieved she was speaking of literal animals, though he was not sure if that conclusion was any less disconcerting. He imagined the creatures to be disturbing in appearance. Now he wondered how literal she was by 'alien.' Her misleading tones were fun, but often confusing to the simple-minded fellow.
"Oh it's a fun place! Fun place indeed. If you don't watch your step, a drunkard will be thrown right out of the tavern into the road you are walking on! Terrible thing, that. Stepping in his bile." He shuddered, with that happening on more occasions than he'd like to admit. He believed he'd never get the stench out of his shoes. He could go on and on with the subject of his home. For hours he could describe the grimy charm those dirty streets had, but he'd hate to ruin her impression of it before she visited.
"Bear isn't my cup of tea. Greasy meat, and it smells bloody awful when being cooked. Moreso than most game." He replied, in a serious matter-of-fact voice. But he never took down a bear by himself, unlike what she implied. He credited her skills to slay a huge animal like that to her job as an assassin, but it seemed more than that the more he thought of it. However, suspicions didn't have time to occur to him, before he was distracted again.
"Right! The cuisine." He agreed briefly, since food was brought up again and it reminded him that they were in a hurry to be back. Apparently though, Miss Vee had come to that conclusion before he had. He was pulled along easily, and even joined in her laughter as well. Though he was clueless what he was laughing at, as it was only a market, her glee was contagious. They probably turned a few heads. "What is on the menu?"
"Oh it's a fun place! Fun place indeed. If you don't watch your step, a drunkard will be thrown right out of the tavern into the road you are walking on! Terrible thing, that. Stepping in his bile." He shuddered, with that happening on more occasions than he'd like to admit. He believed he'd never get the stench out of his shoes. He could go on and on with the subject of his home. For hours he could describe the grimy charm those dirty streets had, but he'd hate to ruin her impression of it before she visited.
"Bear isn't my cup of tea. Greasy meat, and it smells bloody awful when being cooked. Moreso than most game." He replied, in a serious matter-of-fact voice. But he never took down a bear by himself, unlike what she implied. He credited her skills to slay a huge animal like that to her job as an assassin, but it seemed more than that the more he thought of it. However, suspicions didn't have time to occur to him, before he was distracted again.
"Right! The cuisine." He agreed briefly, since food was brought up again and it reminded him that they were in a hurry to be back. Apparently though, Miss Vee had come to that conclusion before he had. He was pulled along easily, and even joined in her laughter as well. Though he was clueless what he was laughing at, as it was only a market, her glee was contagious. They probably turned a few heads. "What is on the menu?"