Akraptor
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- Posted: Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:27:35 +0000
Griff eyed the odd creatures. He didn't like them, but he had been drinking. That meant he could at least stand to be around them for maybe a little bit longer before getting really perturbed by their up-to-do-it attitudes. Griff was old. Griff was grizzled...
Griff did not deal with fairy time bullshit. He didn't care who stabbed Voltaire. It wasn't his jurisdiction and it certainly hadn't been his business until the little man had stumbled in on his supply run stabbed and close to bleeding out. He had done his duty, a gift he would bestow upon any who needed such if the calling was thrown forth. But...
"I don't know you. So why should I tell you anything about another stranger." Griff leaned on his gauntlets with his a** pointed out towards the back-top, a shot in his hand swirling with calculated intent.
"What if I was the one who hired his killer, and you've just divulged all information like a dumb ********, falling right into my hands."
"Besides, you took care of it. Right? You should have all the information you need, queer stranger."
The dagger wrapped in cloth spilled from his hidden grip, slicking fat and sloppy right into the bar-top.
"There's your blade, spiller of words.."
With that, Griff clicked his talons for Artorias to rise, his feet bringing him swiftly to the bar door.
No words passed, Griff and Artorias slipped out, gone into the breaking afternoon.
Griff did not deal with fairy time bullshit. He didn't care who stabbed Voltaire. It wasn't his jurisdiction and it certainly hadn't been his business until the little man had stumbled in on his supply run stabbed and close to bleeding out. He had done his duty, a gift he would bestow upon any who needed such if the calling was thrown forth. But...
"I don't know you. So why should I tell you anything about another stranger." Griff leaned on his gauntlets with his a** pointed out towards the back-top, a shot in his hand swirling with calculated intent.
"What if I was the one who hired his killer, and you've just divulged all information like a dumb ********, falling right into my hands."
"Besides, you took care of it. Right? You should have all the information you need, queer stranger."
The dagger wrapped in cloth spilled from his hidden grip, slicking fat and sloppy right into the bar-top.
"There's your blade, spiller of words.."
With that, Griff clicked his talons for Artorias to rise, his feet bringing him swiftly to the bar door.
No words passed, Griff and Artorias slipped out, gone into the breaking afternoon.