[They are, and perhaps ever will be, entirely at odds. Still, rank is rank: Gabranth won’t willingly defy it for the sake of dislike alone, and he suspects— or at the very least hopes— such holds true in reverse.
Good work tends to ignore the weaknesses of disagreement.]
[That’s a joke, Byerly. This man does not Talk Shit about those above his rank....but he might at the very least be persuaded to express dislike in regards to his given tasks, so. Small favors.]
I bid the both of you a good day.
[Both, he says, because Whiskey remains present and utterly valid as such, offering a bow that might well be aimed at the two of them, though— as always— it’s difficult to tell with all that armor blocking out line of sight. And then, as surely as his arrival, he's gone.]
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[They are, and perhaps ever will be, entirely at odds. Still, rank is rank: Gabranth won’t willingly defy it for the sake of dislike alone, and he suspects— or at the very least hopes— such holds true in reverse.
Good work tends to ignore the weaknesses of disagreement.]
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You'll have to tell me about it sometime.
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A gift then, for our next meeting.
[That’s a joke, Byerly. This man does not Talk Shit about those above his rank....but he might at the very least be persuaded to express dislike in regards to his given tasks, so. Small favors.]
I bid the both of you a good day.
[Both, he says, because Whiskey remains present and utterly valid as such, offering a bow that might well be aimed at the two of them, though— as always— it’s difficult to tell with all that armor blocking out line of sight. And then, as surely as his arrival, he's gone.]