23.Jun.13, 05:00 PM
Derrigan's ballsack, I can't understand a word this stuttering trollop is saying, Warkhim thought, eyebrow twitching upward as Kira named her parents. Moron and Scentsy? What sort of names are those? It mattered very little what her parents' were called- ridiculously named or otherwise- but Warkhim was pleased she been willing to relinquish the information. He'd be able to find her, and her beloved healer-fiancee, with little trouble in the Archives. It tended to surprise visitors how meticulously he kept his records, hoarding every tidbit of information down to the lowest-born bastard. Everything could be useful if properly applied. Besides, this meant she would certainly come see him at work, making the evening's efforts in the kitchen completely worthwhile.
Kira was a more interesting cause than he'd found in a while, and Warkhim was gladly operating under the newer hypothesis that she'd never known a man. They walked together in the autumn night and, as he desired, she inched closer as they approached her family's house above a leatherworking shop. Absolutely fantastic, he squealed internally. The drudge made it so incredibly simple for him to learn her secrets: he knew her name, her parents, her fiancee, her work, her home. Warkhim now knew where she slept at night.
The tiny brunette rushed inside, obviously chilled in the night air, thanking him as she disappeared. He called to her as she opened the door, tucking his wine safely beneath his arm. "Goodnight, Kira. I'll be seeing you."
Kira was a more interesting cause than he'd found in a while, and Warkhim was gladly operating under the newer hypothesis that she'd never known a man. They walked together in the autumn night and, as he desired, she inched closer as they approached her family's house above a leatherworking shop. Absolutely fantastic, he squealed internally. The drudge made it so incredibly simple for him to learn her secrets: he knew her name, her parents, her fiancee, her work, her home. Warkhim now knew where she slept at night.
The tiny brunette rushed inside, obviously chilled in the night air, thanking him as she disappeared. He called to her as she opened the door, tucking his wine safely beneath his arm. "Goodnight, Kira. I'll be seeing you."