Preed:
[attempting to pass himself and Stith off as slave traders and Korso as a slave]
Hello. Ah. Uh, I'm an Akrennian trader. I wonder if we might sneak a peek at the new shipment before they go on the market.
Slave Trader Guard:
You're not allowed.
Preed:
Traditionally, no. You're absolutely right. But you see, I need a new slave rather badly.
[slaps Korso]
Preed:
Stop fidgeting, worm! And I can't wait till auction. I have to be on the shuttle. I have an appointment to have my ear shaved. It has to be booked months in advance. You see my problem.
Slave Trader Guard:
Hmm. You're lying. He's not a slave, and you're not traders.
Preed:
But...
Slave Trader Guard:
[pointing to Korso]
He doesn't carry himself like a slave. Look at the way he stands. Probably ex-military.
Preed:
How...
Slave Trader Guard:
Akrennian traders always threaten before they ask a favor. It's tradition.
[to Stith]
Slave Trader Guard:
And your robes are made out of bedspreads.
Preed:
Ah. Just out of curiosity, did we have a plan " B"?
[Stith knocks the guard out]
Preed:
Hmm. An intelligent guard. Didn't see that one coming.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:59
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
