Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
Hirtzeller looks over them impassively, "Their imitative should be rewarded
In front of you is a large courtyard exposed to the sky, the floor of it hard packed dirt pocked
Some things that stood out.
"Boris," she says archly, one eyebrow raised. "What on earth does -," her snide words cut off as she catches sight of you and Urgdug, but contrary to normal expectations her eyes then remain locked on you.
Against your chest, the Light of Summer seems to glow ever so faintly in the presence of so much Ghyran. Her pupils visibly dilate as she looks at you, then down at the amulet, then to where Brain Wounder is strapped to your belt.
"I see," she says with a dryness mostly associated with Nehekhara's Tomb Kings, "Carlotta and Karl's patron, and that of others. The inspiration for…," she gestures at herself and then at the Eagle of the North. "This."
"How long has this been going on?" You ask, looking between the woman and the Myrmidian.
"Last year," she sighs, hand going to her forehead. "Let me guess, you wish to test your mettle?"
"I didn't-,"
"Oh not you, of course, Count Hohenzollern," she says quickly, shaking her head before glaring at Hirtzeller. "I meant him."
There is some heat in the look they exchange now, and not all of it is nearly as antagonistic. At the same time, Hirtzeller sputters.
"It's perfectly-,"
"I don't want to hear it," she snorts. "Is this happening or not?"
By the gods it must be strange seeing this from the other side. It's also very funny.