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Ivan must be drunker than he thought he was. He could have sworn he knew his way around Vivienne's parents' house, since she wanted to introduce him last week and showed him the place, but maybe they have a... secret... upstairs... bar? where Vivienne's room is supposed to be? And most certainly was last time he checked? He's never going to find the sweater she sent him up looking for here, anyway. Why is there a secret upstairs bar in Vivienne's parents' house?
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thisvorlunatic
Anyway, I think we might be coming back soon. Not sure. For the sake of my personal amusement, don't tell Mark. (I bet he'll get the joke too.)
thisvorlunatic
Oh, we've also discovered that as far as we can tell, seventeen for a dwarf and seventeen for a human are equivalent.
isthisart
So he's about the right age to accidentally acquire an army, but instead of a fleet it will have to be some sort of underground guerilla force.
thisvorlunatic
A pause, then:
I think I'm going to take his despairing laughter to mean that no underground guerrilla forces are likely to be available to him at home. Well, maybe he can join the Imperial Service instead. His luck with commanding officers can't possibly be worse than mine. Then again, his species might be a sticking point...
I think I'm going to take his despairing laughter to mean that no underground guerrilla forces are likely to be available to him at home. Well, maybe he can join the Imperial Service instead. His luck with commanding officers can't possibly be worse than mine. Then again, his species might be a sticking point...
thisvorlunatic
They got along pretty well without the Dendarii Mercenaries before I dragged those home. I'm sure Gregor could find a use for him, even if underground guerrilla force isn't exactly it.
isthisart
I would love to be privy to this conversation, although I suppose I'll understand if I can't be.
thisvorlunatic
'Hello, Gregor! Were you looking for a totally inexperienced military commander who can't operate above ground?' 'I can't say that I was, no.'
Now Stalas is cackling again.
Now Stalas is cackling again.
unmarred
Mark glances in the direction of the lake door. Perhaps he's very attuned to the sound of a Miles laughing.
unmarred
"Miles is bringing Stalas back and distracting him from the great outdoors with humour, it sounds like."
unmarred
"The better to hear you with," he says absently, still listening to the approaching sound of Stalas's laughter.
isthisart
"Do you want a little basket of baked goods, Mark? I'm sure Bar could arrange it."
