!em3oEn8LAg 10/04/10(Mon)02:34 No.12321463|
>oh thank god, there is more than one of you
"Business relevant to the Empire of course. I have collected some interesting and rare samples in the past day or so. Just between you and me it has to do with that Dyrdyr back there and I would really appreciate if you didn't ask more than that," you say, jerking a thumb back at Fierna, whose ears twitch noticeably. Grigor's eyes go wide.
"A real Dyrdyr? In the Empire? I mean, I'm sorry, Eminence." he passes a finger over his mouth, smiling knowingly. You can't help but roll your eyes. He doesn't know the half of it.
>Going to timeskip because i don't want to waste too much time talking to some fat merchant. Even if he does say 'bless my beard'
"I thought he would never shut up," Fierna says, tucking her ears under the bonnet and brushing the wrinkles out of the dress graciously given to you by the over-exuberant merchant.
"You know, I always thought sleeping on deck-planks would be the least comfortable I;d ever be," Sebastian says, stretching with a grimace. "I see now what a fool I was."
"Yeargarbhl," Dask'tchk says with a cavernous, lamprey-like yawn.
"Still, it was interesting to watch you interact," Fierna says. "Our cultures are alike in many ways, but the differences are astounding all the same."
The road rolls out under your feet, trekking slowly towards the Blackheed estate. Fierna arouses no further suspicions from passing folk, though many are shocked to see a Court Alchemist wandering about the countryside. Finally, however, you reach the wrought-iron gates of the Blackheed Manor. The entire estate is surrounded by a stand of trees that look carefully tended. A man-at-arms stands lazily at the gate. He watches you approach with a raised eyebrow.
"Eminence," he says with a nod of his head. "What, uh...what can I do for you this day?"