... 'tis a complicated affair, when you come to the crux of it.
[ she props her elbows on the table, holding her own bottle loosely with the fingertips of both hands at the neck. they're both thinking of glodell, who is very much dead by perhaps mere hours to them. the thoughts of others filter through - those she won't be sorry to see go, those that she'll miss, but most of all... those that might need somewhere else to go.
at least it's a weak ale, compared to what they're used to. and a drinik is a drink when you're a ye olde.
hulkenberg takes a small sip, just as something to do, too. ]
I truly doubt that Glodell would believe us, were we to tell him that the fool's lost his life. On one part, I know none of us were sorry to hear it... but on another, 'tis the principle of the thing, is it not?
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[ she props her elbows on the table, holding her own bottle loosely with the fingertips of both hands at the neck. they're both thinking of glodell, who is very much dead by perhaps mere hours to them. the thoughts of others filter through - those she won't be sorry to see go, those that she'll miss, but most of all... those that might need somewhere else to go.
at least it's a weak ale, compared to what they're used to. and a drinik is a drink when you're a ye olde.
hulkenberg takes a small sip, just as something to do, too. ]
I truly doubt that Glodell would believe us, were we to tell him that the fool's lost his life. On one part, I know none of us were sorry to hear it... but on another, 'tis the principle of the thing, is it not?