>>24971952>'That's right.. I never did emphasize just how abominable things got back there.. suppose there's only one method of showing that, then..'Without a word let alone an expression, you phlegmatically place the plume of the Leek Miser onto Garakaw's desk. That is your response, and it speaks more than any wordy account ever could.
"What is.." the Bone Keeper asks, confused but not for long. There is no mistaking it, he's seen that feather before. ". . . This.. this quill.." he mutters with recollection. " This belongs to the plumage of the—!"
"Yeah." you confirm his suspicions with a meek nod. The councilmon is shocked beyond words, he's shown more emotion now than he has the entire meeting.
A) "There was a skirmish. Push came to shove. And he had to be shoved."
B) "You told me to recover the holeman. Instead, I shut down their entire faction."
C) "You look as if you've seen a Ghost-type. I wasn't lying when I said I could be savage."
