Oct 24, 2011 21:49
[It's been a couple of days since the absence of a certain warrior. At this point, Saleh's convinced the boy in question wandered off into oblivion or, somehow, went back to that forsaken world of his. Not that Saleh cares -- there's only the tiniest bit of regret that he didn't get his fill of entertainment.
In the halls of the Ermis Suites, Saleh laughs. Perhaps he should've beheaded him, after all.]
I never got to see what would become of you. It's a shame, Lawfer . . . All that awaits you is sure demise. But that's not such a bad thing, now, is it?
[Later, Saleh can be found at the tailor's, where the woman behind the counter argues with him in a futile attempt at keeping him there for a little extra profit. The loose threads at the end should be mended, she insists, but he's not interested. He'd just wanted that tear on the right side gone. He snatches the fixed cape from her grasp.]
That's enough, my dear. I didn't pay you to talk. Or is that too difficult for you to understand?
[With that, he leaves the workshop and fastens the collar of the cape around his neck. Much better.]
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