>>5396035>>5396077>>5396108>>5396177>>5396392>>5396636You find a stool on which to seat yourself and allow your weight to indolently fall atop it. "I met with the council today. My head still hurts." Raising the glass to your lips, you take a sip of the chilled beverage. Fruity and bitter and sweet race down your throat, leaving behind a sensation that is at once burning and glacial. "The worst ones were Dulnur and that darthiir, Arara. Vith'nindel waelen darthiir elg'caress wun l'norrs dra'ena!"
"What!" Ilanis throws her hands up, nearly spilling her drink over the counter. She cannot understand what you are saying - for the better - but your words seem angry enough to make her reaction appropriate. "Aunt Ara is the nicest person I know! She helped take care of me after my father disappeared! A- and we used to sing songs together!" Willow drinks down half of her beverage in one go, belching as she relaxedly sets her glass onto the counter. The woman offers her perspective. "Sure y'all didn't jus' get off on the wrong foot? Ara's always done right by all us here. Even got on her knees 'n' helped me pick weeds outta the temple garden once or twice."
"Nau! Vith'nindel elg'caress!" You insist, mildly frustrated to learn that your grievances are not shared by all. It was logical, now that you consider it. Of course the Corellite would go out of her way to offer succor to 'her' people, even the half-breeds. Her animosity was naturally reserved for her most hated enemy, the Ilythiiri. Taking another sip to lower your inhibitions, you go on. "The harpy would not shut up. She said to throw me out of the city, and I could say nothing without her yelling back. She was so mad that she left! That paladin had to end the meeting."
The girl is dumb with silence, but Willow leans in closer, deeply intrigued by your recount of the drama that played out earlier today. "No shit? Oft Darkshadow's the one what ain't say nothin' that don't amount ta a hill of beans." You blink, trying in vain to comprehend the stream of gibberish that the High Ranger just spat in your direction. "What?" Tipping her drink back, she finishes the rest and sets the empty glass on the table, wiping her mouth. "He talks a lotta shit," she clarifies.
"Oh."
