"Knight-Lieutenant Luwenna Coupe, twenty-five years a Templar,"
Every shitlicking new recruit knows how little a lieutenant actually comes down to. But she can hope the Steward doesn't. She wouldn't be pushing this matter at all, were the stakes not quite so high.
If she has to be the sort of person she hates today, perhaps she might still do some good with it. She shifts to allow the nugs room to investigate.
"Presently representing Revered Mother Thorn of Apcher. A small honour, to be sure, when one finds themselves in vaunted company. Am I to understand these are not your personal residences?" Shocked. She's shocked, Yngvi. Back to the Steward: "I must amend the request, monsieur. It's clear that we shall each require a room."
"Perhaps," The steward’s cheeks are swelling an angry red. He strains: "The two of you might share."
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Every shitlicking new recruit knows how little a lieutenant actually comes down to. But she can hope the Steward doesn't. She wouldn't be pushing this matter at all, were the stakes not quite so high.
If she has to be the sort of person she hates today, perhaps she might still do some good with it. She shifts to allow the nugs room to investigate.
"Presently representing Revered Mother Thorn of Apcher. A small honour, to be sure, when one finds themselves in vaunted company. Am I to understand these are not your personal residences?" Shocked. She's shocked, Yngvi. Back to the Steward: "I must amend the request, monsieur. It's clear that we shall each require a room."
"Perhaps," The steward’s cheeks are swelling an angry red. He strains: "The two of you might share."