Bowtiful Insights

Erak [stomping into the Hallasholm kitchen, fuming]: I rang the bell for you to come into the Great Hall about like seven times, to Gorlog's beard! Why didn't you?! Will [swallowing, reliving a flashback of dancing to the melody]: ...Uh. I was just occupied with breaking the ice in the sink. Sorry. Didn't hear it.

Halt: *jumping up from his chair at the porch, squinting his eyes to check the surroundings of the cabin and his eyes quickly landing on Will standing in the door* What was that? Will: *smiling innocently* Oh, nothing. Just my cloak. It fell. Halt: *raising an eyebrow* A cloak? It didn't sound like a cloak, though. Will: *taking Halt's chair* Yeah, well. Horace didn't understand the part about it being mine, so.

Will: *presents a plan to save Halt from filling up papers all day* Gilan: *stares in shock* That's absolutely insane, dude. Are you crazy?! Will: *looks to the side with shame* Hey, I had no other ideas, but Halt has told me that if I manage to come up with something, he'll give me a day off, ok? ...Will you help me or not? Gilan: *confused by Will's tone* Wait, you though I was saying the 'insane' and 'crazy' part as scorn?

Will: Gilan? Gilan: Yes? Will: I stole baron Arald's jewel. Gilan: What? *confused* Why? Will: *stressed* During the feast, I thought it would be a fun trick. That he'd notice and we'll laugh about it. But then he didn't notice and I forgot and I brought it home... *shows the golden pin* Gilan: *stares impressed* Will: Say something! Gilan: Well. I'd offer moral support. But. You know. I don't have morals, so... How much do you think we could sell it for?