quattordici | audio

[betrayedblade]

[There's the sound of shifting cloth and then three taps in perfect beat. A bit of relative silence, and then three more steady taps. This repeats until a soft curse breaks the rhythm. The sound of something being scratched out rapidly and then a lot of silence

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[wears_a_torc]

...?

Need any help with whatever it is?

[betrayedblade]

Just some simple math. There weren't any clean ledgers for the inventory...

[wears_a_torc]

Oh. [Knuckles can count, but he's no mathematician so he wouldn't be much help.]

What you're doing the inventory now? Did the girl that normally does it get sent home?

[betrayedblade]

No... she's still here. I just volunteered to help.

[And she's going through a rough time so he's in charge at the moment, technically, but that's besides the point. He won't talk about stuff like that.]

[wears_a_torc]

Nice of you to offer.

That reminds me, I probably should talk to Layton about rejoining the supply runs.

[Knuckles has no idea, he just knows her by face and voice, and he knows she's been here a long time.]

[betrayedblade]

It seemed something appropriate for me to do. I was a banker back home; this isn't too much different.

Always be careful. Sounds like a good deal though. We're always--all of us--needing more supplies. [He sighs.]

[wears_a_torc]

Heh well that is handy.

Yeah I'll be careful. The reason I had to quit before was because I...er...broke my leg.

[betrayedblade]

I suppose.

[...] Well. Let's not have a repeat of that, shall we?

[wears_a_torc]

Well considering I'm back in the city and not in the mountains any more I doubt it will.

[betrayedblade]

Ah. I see then. Well. Buona fortuna anyway.

[wears_a_torc]

Buona Four tuna?

Good luck?

[betrayedblade]

Sì.

[wears_a_torc]

Heh you to Giovanni.