THE first onslaught of insults was baseless , not even worthy of causing the outlaw to stir. He had heard similar insults amongst his peers when he was still a member of the organized criminal underground, and in time the query ā Who do you think you are ā had lost its meaning entirely. It made sense that it would. It's only purpose was to demean without as much as a claim to status. ( A delicious prospect, too, to think that he had caused enough of a stir for this woman to raise her voice at him despite being his EQUAL. ) The felon knew well who he wasāāāhis royal ties dictated him invulnerable to treatment fitting for the downtrodden. He was here because he understood the region more so than anyone else in service to the crown, every individual alleyway that could possibly be navigated, every organization whose lingering ties he could utilize to his advantage.
NOT to mention, the duo had decided to wait outside. Only a FOOL and a wealthy foreigner would chose to draw attention with such an obvious misstep. There was no sunlight to bring grace to their stance, only the merciless rumbling sky. The presence of the crowd was understandable. There was no doubt the common folk had tried to warn the duo to find sanctuary indoors, only to be rewarded with the vile tongue of a devilish mistress. They were fighting a lost cause. It was ā¦ unfortunate , Ā to think cautionary warnings were discarded in such a manner. Ah, well. When their expensive garbs soiled in the polluted rain, he'd be rewarded with a positively exquisite expression, now wouldn't he?
WITH the roll of a single, functioning eye he waited for the armored representative of the company to finish speaking. For a moment, he had almost deemed the man sensible. That was, at least, until he had decided to make further baseless accusations regarding his status. Niles was well aware of his own criminal history. He had his eye to thank for the constant reminder, the nightmares that caused him to toss and turn in isolation. His wardrobe, however, suggested quite the opposite. In a land otherwise scarce of resources, he was adorned in a cloak of velvet manufactured during the ever-present Nohrian textile decline. Cotton was an import, used only by the merchant-folk as deemed necessary. This cloak was a GIFT provided to him by his liegeāāāserving as both an item of luxury as well as a means of utility. It was about as valuable as that wenches stingy dress, serving absolutely no purpose other than to accentuate her assets. Lovely ones, too. An absolute shame she was an idiot.
NILES had waited for the ā Lord ā to finish, trying his best to hold back laughter.
ā Ā Ā Hmmā¦ Alright. If you want manners, Iāll give you manners. Ā Ā ā
FROM his cloak, he retrieved a rolled up piece of parchment before tossing it to the male member of the party.
ā Ā My name is NILES , Ā Ā retainer to Prince Leo, and your request for an audience has been formally denied. My liege is currently deployed elsewhere under the instruction of King Garon. I was also told I was permitted to speak without discretion when the situation requires me to do so. Which means, I can tell you to follow me indoors where we can discuss matters further, in privateĀ , Ā Ā so that the townsfolk don't have to stand about wondering why two imbeciles claiming to be of a noble court of a country we haven't heard about, and don't particularly care aboutĀ , have decided to wait outdoors in a country renowned for its exceptionally poor weather conditions. Shall we move on ? Ā ā
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