Ansel Medard's Home - Tyra

[kawalsky]

Alanna and Charlie were back at Ansel's home, this time invited for dinner. They sat around the table set for three, quietly eating. The time in Tyra was wearing on them and Ansel was normally quiet unless he had something well thought out to say. Ansel cleaned his mouth with his napkin, then set it down. He wasn't as embroiled in the mission as

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[kawalsky]

Charlie wasn't that interested in his food anyway. He put his bread down and glanced at Alanna before speaking. "Nothing much new," he admitted. "Yet. I've gotten a few of the squires and handlers on side, but not enough that I'm hearing anything. They're convinced I'm Alanna's indentured servant and that I can't stand her." He gave Alanna a small smile. "I think it's only a matter of time now before I get my chance with them. More people are coming in for the tournament this week, which will make it more 'us versus them' - the guys who stayed around versus the new guys. That'll work in our favor."

[threeweapons]

"I am not allowed to beat up everyone who insults my gender." Alanna said, sounding very much like she was repeating something she had been told over and over again. "I can always be more rude and obnoxious in public."

[kawalsky]

"It's working to our advantage," Charlie admitted. "From my end anyway. Most of the servants are either scared of Alanna," he explained to Ansel, "or don't like her, which adds a little more sympathy towards me. What about the King?" he asked

[threeweapons]

"You have a horse to bet?" Alanna asked with a quirk of her lips. "The King doesn't mind that I keep sending his so-called best men to the ground? Good way to make a girl feel welcome." She chewed her fork-full before voicing her next though. "Can I start listing all the guys who creep me out? Or have offered to pay me for private services? It's becoming a long list. Sir Dunold of SomethingIforgot, Docrup Murtiell, Tephan of Crescent Crove, it's a long list."