WHO: Fitcher, Marcoulf, Bartimaeus (+) & YOU WHAT: Ye Olde Catch'all WHEN: Nowish WHERE: Kirkwall, The Gallows, le Misc. NOTES: Starters in comments; if you want something/someone who isn't here, just hit me up and I'll scrape something together.
No, she's perfectly all right. There is a faint paleness about her that speaks to an unsettled stomach, yes, but otherwise it's all just the overplayed drama of a woman enjoying the harassment - a shared joke that she is now choosing to inflict on their poor beleagured ferryman.
"Go on then," she relents, all faux-exasperation. "You may as well finish the song."
"I took from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright, and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight!" The drumming begins anew, and he sways a little, at least doing his best not to violently rock the boat. "She says I have whiskey and wines on the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest, AND IT'S,"
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"You told me to be interesting," he reminds Fitcher.
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"Go on then," she relents, all faux-exasperation. "You may as well finish the song."
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"I took from my pocket, ten sovereigns bright, and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight!" The drumming begins anew, and he sways a little, at least doing his best not to violently rock the boat.
"She says I have whiskey and wines on the best, and the words that I told you were only in jest, AND IT'S,"
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